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If ever there was a lovechild of Supermacho and Bollywood Excess
This would be him. Mr. Bollywood Extremist. Unable to discern between real life and reel life he plays out his romances on an imaginary stage where he is the hero. Simple sentiments and small gestures of affection are not for this guy. No sir he’s all 70mm: big bike, big car, big bracelet, deep voice and a lifetime spent building his body but probably not his mind. Ordinary men make tattoos, this guy will write your name in blood – and probably spell it wrong. Luckily for him he has two arms and he can try again. And yes of course he would die for you – even though he’s probably never met you.
This would be him. Mr. Bollywood Extremist. Unable to discern between real life and reel life he plays out his romances on an imaginary stage where he is the hero. Simple sentiments and small gestures of affection are not for this guy. No sir he’s all 70mm: big bike, big car, big bracelet, deep voice and a lifetime spent building his body but probably not his mind. Ordinary men make tattoos, this guy will write your name in blood – and probably spell it wrong. Luckily for him he has two arms and he can try again. And yes of course he would die for you – even though he’s probably never met you.
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