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Life sucks & I'm stuck in a low-rent weekly rental place that used to be a hotel. Housekeeping wakes me up this morning because I need to pay my bill, so I go out & do that just go get it done. On my way back, I see this smokin' hawt auburn-haired waif who I inform reminds me of Mary-Louise Parker (from Weeds). We get to chatting & she offers me $5 to help her move her stuff out of her room into her car. I figured I had nothing else to do, so yeah.

She is many things, it turns out: 30, architectural engineer student, Pisces, single and an exotic dancer w/ pics on a website- which she tells me the url to. I'm thinking good thoughts at this point.

So after we get her car loaded up, we swap #s. Then she starts reaching for her wallet, so I tell her instead of that, we should hang out sometime, which she says yes to pending her schedule allowing. Somehow the subject gets around to naked pics, and she informs me that "naked pics are like currency" to her. She reminds me of the fact that she'd told me the club she worked at, as well as her stage name and the website she appears at; "if I didn't want you to see me naked, I wouldn't have told you all that stuff." So she texts me a boatload of pics of herself at the club. This does not suck. I then suggest letting me get a couple or more here in the parking lot, so she obliges, but I only got 1 pic and a video because there were people behind her car. Video is short & anticlimactic, sorry.

I then convince her to come back to my room for a few minutes for a more "intimate" photo session since I can tell she's loving the attention but the people behind her car are freaking her out a bit and she has to go soon. These are the results. The shots she sent me are first.