The casting couch is not the most comfortable seat in the room. You could say it is downright uncomfortable, especially if you are the one expected to lie on it.
I know this for a fact, as many moons ago, I was the one inviting the wannabe performer onto my couch and requesting that they immediately disrobe and flaunt their naked flesh for the delectation of my camera.
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