Hey Daddy—Candy here. I’m your sweet treat, and yeah, you can come have your way with me.
All doors are open & avail. Which, okay, if I’m not available, I’ll text instead—happens. Cool.
Call for fast response and faster booking—usually faster that way, I check that line more than the rest. And if you’re dealing with my “not available” moment, the text is what catches it.
No pimps, no cops, no text buddies, no rude guys. Anyway.
Just know it’s your wish and my command—sort of feels like that, even if I’m tired of hearing it put that way.
