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How 'nice shoes' turned into a mans plea for me to deliver a message

It was a Wednesday afternoon and I decided to pop into a coffee shop off Abbott Kinney in Venice. Crowded with people working on their laptops, I was hopeful that I would be able to drop into work mode alongside them and flesh out, once and for all, my column about Porn and anal bleaching. 

I opened my laptop with my coffee and started organizing my thou…