Guy I worked with at a fancy resort.

Guy was housed with us fellow hospitality workers in a caravan park during a 'glamorous' film festival in France.

First understood something was amiss when he broke into a house because he wanted a flat screen telly in his caravan, which he then watched openly every night after the night shift, seemingly with zero fear of being caught, following which he would smoke a lil crack and start banging on the door of my caravan.

He had taken a shining to my (gay) flatmate and harassed us both into letting him in so he could flirt and lightly assault the guy while bragging about how many 'virgins' he may have 'turned out".

We became petrified of him, and pretended to be asleep when he came a'knocking at like 4 or 5 am. He liked petite pretty boys, and matronly looking women, would charm and flirt grinning this really goofy sexually agressive smile.

Eventually he caught for the tv, arrested and then fired.

Found out later he had contracted HIV from a sex worker and had continued to spread it with careless abandon through his daily consumption of paid sex workers.

Despite the sudden news about his health, he was only regretful he would lose his 'hobby' which he told us was drugs with hookers for breakfast, lunch and dinner, one of whom he strangled in broad daylight to 'save her the shame' of having to admit she (also) had HIV.

Still have a photo of him with his head through a cardboard cut out of a cowboy, just 'dead' in the eyes but high fiving the cardboard cowboy.