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Howdy! My name is Kitt. I live in Ayr, Scotland, about an hour away from Glasgow.

I like to take photos of things. Mostly peoples. Mostly pretty peoples, if I'm honest. But sometimes toys, or dogs, or maybe a tree. Y'know, interesting stuff.

I shoot a few burlesque shows, but that's just to kill time between photoshoots with models, where I can control the light and the pose and the magic.

My photos will have the tag "my photo". Otherwise, it's stolen from the vast wilderness that is the internet. I usually source pics from Model Mayhem, Flickr or We <3 it.

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bit of a social situation going on.

See, a few months back, work changed who we banked with. We were with TSB and now, Barclays. The thing is…the TSB in Ayr is like a cave; poorly lit, and inhabited by grumpy gremlins, who instantly despise you for no reason. There was no chit chat, no banter, generally speaking, no fun.

But this new back…it’s clean! It’s light! It’s warm! The staff are all amazing looking ( even the guys! )! They are also really friendly!

And so the problem has arisen that, seeing these bank staff nearly every day for the past few months.. day by day, we’ve slowly started to get to know each other.

At first it was simple pleasantries, but now, it’s proper bordering on friendship conversations.

But…….I didn’t introduce myself at the start ( given that I wasn’t prepared for this, thanks to previous banking experience ) and now, fucking 4 months in, I can’t just be all “Oh, hey, so….I’m Kitt! let’s be friends!”

I always imagined that if I grew up to have a super-power, it’s be invisibility or Wolvie’s ultra fast healing. Instead, I got Super Effective Social Failure Extreme.

Le sigh.

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