Meet Hector.
I found this Spanish lad-about-town recoiled furtively on a curb in Old Compton Street. There was something outrageous about him... his piratical appearance... his pride in his socks... his decision to park that well-toned butt on a double-yellow line.
I liked it. I wanted to take a photo. And I wanted to know what he ate.
Hector protested and claimed that he was shy - surprising for a man who has a ring tattooed around his head. After some gentle pressure however he relented.
Hector eats brown rice and vegetables, sometimes chicken.
Sweet shoes.
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