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Dance in the Old Fashioned Way

London. A freezing winter’s afternoon. A back street in Soho. Below the bell push a small card said: ‘Young French Model’. The door was opened by an old lady who looked like everyone’s favourite granny. She wore an overcoat and … Continue reading

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