“I’ll be a story in your head. That’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ‘Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back.”
Seems pretty simple. You wanna get your teeth cleaned for free? Date a dentist. New addition on the house? You should screw an architect. But if you need someone to talk dirty to you in bed, you better fuck a poet.