Chosen to fight, flirt and fit into all clothes.
That’s the ideal candidadte for the job we can’t even describe well ourselves.
The need for editorial discretion – whatever that can be – is obvious, we think.
Working from just before sunrise until just after sunset, with three hours for lunch.
Alcohol, sedatives and senta tea are not appreciated.
So how can it get more difficult?
We wondered that too.
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