So, true story. I have a guy that more or less impersonates me in Atlanta. He approaches girls and tells them that he's the owner of my instagram page. He talks them up about feet after letting them know that he's a photographer. Then, he tells them to send him (me) a DM. At first I was super confused when girls would send me a message saying things like "hey its me from Publix". When I reveal that I'm not that same guy they met, they are completely sketched out. Except this girl. We continue to have a conversation and she decides I'm an alright dude. I tell her i got her saved for next time I visit. I haven't seen her feet yet but when she shows up to my room and props them up on the table I'm pleasantly surprised. The curve of her arches and depth of her wrinkles drive me crazy. I absolutely NEED her to come to Chicago so I can have my way with her feet!
CARLOS
y el footjob?