Soho Escorts part3

Where is the Dirk Bogarde with whom I must of danced the Bosa Nova, the Peppermint
Twist, the Caribou Barbie, the Soho... at least a thousand times all those decades ago? I can still see myself, my Julie for miles and miles of Soho Escorts, dancing as far as her, um... my own Kinky Boots would fly, just like Pussy Galore. Where is your Dirk, then, in your head with your twin Soho Escorts?

Tell me, do, where is that first incarnation of yours, the Patrick Macnee version, I mean? He still must be with you, somewhere. Or did you leave him with your Soho Escorts, as well; no doubt one of those Mrs. Peel versions with whom you used to cavort, before my own Honor Blackman at long last set you back upon the straight and narrow path. Ah, now you recall, don’t you? It was not alone your Soho Escorts Avenger model, who was so stunning in a catsuit? Quite impossible to dismiss as Honor’s original Mrs. Peel was I not? Was I not Soho Escorts material?. I thought as much. Now, be a good Darling, and draw a bloody bath for me, please... I am in rather - I believe - the Ingrid Pitt London Escorts mood this evening.