A new shop has opened just a few streets away from my flat, tucked between a sleepy florist and a family-run bakery. From the outside, it looks almost innocent – frosted windows, a discreet sign, and a small bell above...
My friends – the ones who really know what I do and don’t judge me for it – sometimes come to me for advice. They’re usually curious about one thing in particular: how to treat a man well and how to keep him fait...
