I’m up all night for fun, and yeah—if you’re up all night to get some, I’m here.
Which, okay, hit me up and you might just get lucky — texting only, please.
Text me instead of calling, seriously. That’s the one I check most, and I don’t wanna mess around with timing—so keep it text-only.
Anyway, Palm Springs nights have that same energy as before, up and moving, not slowing down. And I’m still on the same page: you text, I respond, and we go from there.
