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  • Hot Hot!

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    “Ada, you are so fucking hot!”

    Ding, ding, ding

    Correct!

    Gentlemen, let’s not lie to ourselves. You love a tight body, a great arse, legs that go on for days & a lethal face card that NEVER declines! So how do I do it?

    There is no secret serum blessed by the beauty gods. I’ve tried negotiating with them, but they seem to accept only 8 hours of sleep as payment. Frankly, I was hoping they’d settle for a sacrificial ex-boyfriend.

    There is an art to being hot.

    It’s called rituals.

    I take my sleep very seriously. 7 hours is my absolute minimum. A well-rested Ada has better skin, more energy, a brighter smile, and is considerably nicer company. Everybody wins…

    Movement. I love being in green spaces. I promise you, 90% of the battles in your head will ease by going outside on a walk. I enjoy listening to the birds singing, sunshine on my face. Peace & Quiet. Very therapeutic.

    Hobbies. I have recently picked up padel & it is so much fun, brilliantly social & a great excuse to wear cute sportswear! And yes … It probably helps with my stamina too ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Food? I adore it. Fresh strawberries on a Saturday morning in Summer? Magnifique! Warm sourdough bread straight from the bakery. Good cheese. Even better company! Life is far too short to to count every calorie or live on fat-free, protein-packed nonsense. I eat well because it makes me feel good, not because I’m trying to punish myself. And dessert? Always ask if I want dessert. The answer is almost always yes.

    One of my favourite evenings is wonderfully simple. A lovely glass of wine. Jamiroquai playing in the background. A long, luxurious bath fit for a queen. Moisturiser from head to toe, a silky chemise, then curling up with a good book. Now that is indulgence!

    Lastly, the hottest thing ever. Confidence. The quiet kind. To laugh at yourself when you make a fool out of yourself in public. To walk into a room without wondering whether everyone likes you or finds you attractive. To wear what makes you feel incredible. To fall in love with the girl in the mirror, imperfections & all.

    So there you have it, gentlemen.

    That’s the secret to the elixir of my youth.

    You’re welcome ๐Ÿ˜˜

    ๐Ÿ’‹Until then,

    Ada

  • London is Melting

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    Gentlemen! Can you believe it?! 35 degrees today in London … & somehow I’m still hotter ๐Ÿ˜‰

    So how are you surviving the heatwave? Are you escaping the city to travel like you promised yourself in January. Less working, more relaxing, remember? Or are you making the most of it? Stretched out at a beer garden with your mates? Sipping cocktails at a swanky rooftop bar? Binge watching your favourite shows with the fan pointed directly at you? Maybe you’ve even become one of those people suddenly obsessed with grilled barbeques or ‘summer salads’.

    Or … are you on my site, refreshing my blog everyday for new pictures & daydreaming about what it could be like to spend some time with me?

    Well … If you’re looking for a way to cool off in the city, I have a few ideas. We could disappear for a dip somewhere discreet, then spend the afternoon by a rooftop bar clinking our glasses to some fine champagne/wine while the sun starts to soften. Bonus points if said rooftop bar has some good music because I do like to move my body. Jackpot if we can have interesting conversations about why you’re scared of AI, or maybe you can simply sit there admiring me in awe. I’ll allow it.

    30 degrees in London !== 30 degrees in Bologna. The infrastructure here in London was simply not built for this kind of drama.

    Still, complaining about the weather until it turns grey again is basically a British pastime, isn’t it?

    ๐Ÿ’‹Until then,

    Ada