I have a brand new Valentine (Mr. Tayto take note).

His name is Aleppo (which, granted, makes him sound like one of the Marx Brothers), he hails from Syria, he’s red hot (well, he’s perhaps not as hot as some, but just hot enough for me) and smells, as best I can describe it, of tobacco.

Hmm. Not sounding so attractive now, is he?

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