

Sunny Leone used to drive me nuts in the best way. You’d flip open Maxim and there she was, one of their twelve hottest stars that year, all legs and mischief. Then the same girl turns up in indie flicks or the odd TV spot like she’s moonlighting from her day job between the sheets. Canadian by passport, electric by nature, she makes the jump from skin flicks to the regular screen look easy, almost cheeky. Everyone else is busy pretending they’ve never seen her work; she just smiles and keeps the secret.

Sunny Leone used to drive me nuts in the best way. You’d flip open Maxim and there she was, one of their twelve hottest stars that year, all legs and mischief. Then the same girl turns up in indie flicks or the odd TV spot like she’s moonlighting from her day job between the sheets. Canadian by passport, electric by nature, she makes the jump from skin flicks to the regular screen look easy, almost cheeky. Everyone else is busy pretending they’ve never seen her work; she just smiles and keeps the secret.