I really hate some of the print adverts I see - mostly because they are so good at sending their message across. For example, this week I saw a print ad for Arrow underwear for men, and I was gawking so much at the model wearing them that I drove to Lamcy Plaza on my way back from work to pick up a pack of their hipster briefs. Now I have perfectly laundered underwear, but
nooo, I had to let the evil demons of marketing get into my head. Or maybe it was just my hormones.
Here's something to chew on - is it totally unethical to sleep with a client's brother who made it a point to talk to you and note down your personal mobile number, and who was wearing the tightest white tee exposing his rather well built chest, and jeans that clearly revealed him to be the python-hiding brute that he is?
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Ooooh nasty!