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Door to Door

“Hey,” Jamie says, pounding on the door. “Hey, open up!” The dogs shut up. “Hi, shit, sorry,” says the stupidly fucking gorgeous man who opens the door in a tank top and boxers. “Shit, were the dogs loud? They get

You Make It Look Good

Nylon calls him on Tuesday for a thing on the weekend, and he says sure, if Sunday’s okay. They do weirder, more avant-garde shit than he’s ever really up for on an intellectual level, but on an intellectual level modeling