I recently made an appointment to see Kelly. Her flaming red hair and bodacious bod were exactly what I was in the mood for. Like IndyHunter, I googled her and found the same information that he did, which is to say, not much at all.
Usually, when there is a dearth of information, the big head wins the argument and I keep looking. This time, however, the little head carried the day: after all, she did have the Good Escortseeking Seal of Approval, why not go for it. So, I did.
When I arrived at the apartment, I was met by statuesque brunette who introduced herself as "Kelly." Clearly, she was not the "Kelly," but she was a "Kelly" and an incredibly hot one at that. Before my feet could do a 180, my hormones did a 360. I was not in the slightest bit disappointed when I left her apartment an hour later.
To paraphrase Forrest Gump, Eros is like a box of chocolates...
