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| The W Porn in a fitting location |
I’m sitting in bed with a mug of hot chocolate, reading some moderately hardcore porn. Not because that’s what I like to do of an evening (tbh, I’d rather be watching TOWIE tonight), but because this afternoon I walked into the W London, up to the check in desk, asked for a copy of “the naughty story”, was escorted over to the concierge desk and handed a plain white envelope.
Through the window of the WLLS-branded envelope, it said: "Some places just make you think about sex."
And then off it went. For five pages. I didn’t want to read it in the bar, so I saved it for hometime, to read with my Vegas stripper mug.







