Dear Hopeful Craigslist Female Reader,
I saw you last night at the club. We made eye contact for a while, then you danced for me. I smiled at you, and you at I. We shared a moment of ocular passion. Then you positioned your hand down your leg, lifted up on your garter belt and I embraced your soft leg with a crisp one dollar bill. You glanced at the currency, have me a smirk and then tended to the lively gentleman with the cowboy hat and 20s.
I think we were meant to be together. I asked the bouncer for your phone number, but clearly the Cheetah management does not appreciate the desire in our kindred hearts.
But love conquers all obstacles.
Call me.
Srsly,
Dan
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