Alice is practically everywhere; a sex shop in Soho, a Camden brasserie. Easily the most hypnotizing woman I’ve ever seen. She invites me to her Docklands apartment. Haven’t lost my charms.
Then it all makes sense. A bald man opens her front door, holding a pistol to my smiling head.
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