8:30am, Homeric Room: Old Tom slides into his seat, back a day early from Mipim. “Boring, boring, boring…” he mutters. Even La Chunga, I ask of the louche and mesosphere-priced spot by the Martinez. He grunts something about meeting a Malaysian.
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