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A certain type of man finds his way to me.

Intelligent, overstimulated, a little touch-starved… and trying very hard to stay composed. It rarely lasts very long around me.

I’m warm, affectionate, occasionally a terrible influence… and notoriously difficult to forget. Moving between New York, Mexico City, and Europe.

Dangerous eye contact, disappearing for hours, and attraction that tends to blur otherwise reasonable decision-making.Sometimes the energy is soft and consuming.

Sometimes it’s magnetic, adventurous, and a little hard to recover from.

My circle stays intentionally small.

I’m drawn to intelligent men who miss being looked at a certain way, appreciated properly, and distracted enough to forget what time it is. Most arrive carrying too much in their heads. They leave lighter, smiling, and usually thinking about me far longer than they planned to.

And yes… there are plenty of selfies, behind-the-scenes moments, and a few unexpected surprises hidden around my gallery if curiosity gets the best of you.

So… tell me your favorite bad decision…