When I was in med school, my flatmate at the time, the photographer who took my pictures and who was, at the time, a professional model, used to go out to a local pub in Melbourne on a Friday and Saturday night and we'd dress in fairly skimpy gear.
Then, so we wouldn't get bugged by guys, we'd pretend we were together.
The looks we used to get from some of the guys were bloody funny.
Then, so we wouldn't get bugged by guys, we'd pretend we were together.
The looks we used to get from some of the guys were bloody funny.
Dying to live, living to die.
