Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. Being a professional, I have no time for such girls. My life is full of alcohol, women, and meetings. I also work on occasion, but if that were the reason I came into my profession, I would not currently be involved in what I do.

Do I care about the world? Funny you should ask that. Just the other day, I sent a donation to a charity. I felt bad because people are starving... somewhere.

My girlfriend is beautiful. She has done modeling for various designers and has appeared in ads for Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Tommy Hilfiger, and Prada. But she's no longer a model. She writes articles on modeling for magazines and gets paid to do so.

I sleep with other women as well. My girlfriend doesn't mind. Or she does mind, and we have screaming matches, and we throw things at each other, and then we fuck like rich people.