The Other Woman confessed to me that she once dressed up as a tarty cocktail waitress and, with her friend Fat Tom who was dressed as a clown, shook buckets outside Westminster Tube for Rag Week when she was a student. She made a stack-load of money, which apparently made her consider an alternative career as a prostitute. But she decided on a career in journalism instead. The morality is the same but the pay slightly more stable.
I love my Other Woman. She makes me laugh...
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