Carol
I forget who it was but someone told me a particular reputable trade newspaper which shall be nameless accepted jobs ads for people working in the modelling game (I have no idea if it still does but this was before it had an online presence). So I bought a copy and sure enough decided to try my luck. This resulted in three bookings, all of whom were ships that passed in the night. One of the trio was Carol, an Irish lady living in London. She was a very enthusiastic model in a definite girl-next-door mode. Why I didn’t book her again is lost on me. But I got a couple of decent fun sets out of the encounter. I didn’t use the newspaper again. There was downside to my advertisement. I had supplied just my phone number (a landline) as the means of getting in touch. I kept receiving calls from a proper sleazebag called Tomas who tried flogging me Czech girls for all kinds of shenanigans. I ended up getting him blocked.