And now we have Georges who only ever identifies with two colours – black and denim blue. He has a guitar and, rightfully, wears a thinned pair of aviators. Of course, he is listening to music, “rock” probably. But he’s also fiddling with the screen of his phone. He has designer stubble and strikes me as potentially being a top bloke – if it weren’t for his addiction to sex in public places. Even now he’s figuring out the best way to have sex with the man who’s writing in a lime green notebook over there.
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