Name's Hallie Valentine. I'm nineteen, so don't you worry your pretty little mind. You might think that I somewhat resemble a raccoon. I get that all the fucking time. But let me just tell you... It's a panda. And no, I'm not serious. I don't give a damn what you think about my hair, clothes (or lack thereof), makeup, lifestyle. The fact of the matter is, now I'm actually getting paid to do what I've done almost every day for three years. That's right. The next time you're in London, be sure to stop by Secrets 1. If you can't find me, I'll find you. See you soon, sweethearts. And don't forget to bring cash with you.