Robson wasn’t writing horoscopes for tabloids—he was an astrologer with a taste for technical precision. Here, though, he maps desire onto the zodiac, as if the stars themselves dictated appetite and compatibility. It reads half like a manual, half like a confession booth dressed in planetary charts. Every sign is dissected for its hidden urges, every aspect a lever in the machinery of attraction. Less “pick-up guide,” more occult anatomy of lust, where constellations double as diagrams of hunger

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