A Valentine for the Greatest Valentines of All Time.
Like me, do you sometimes sleep through
Chocolates. Flowers. Dinner. Sex. Recipe for romance? Not in my Playah Book.
I am angry, and think I have almost every right to be.
London is where I belong. Or at least that’s what I’m thinking right now (after two… er… four glasses of rosé)
People think a soulmate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true…