Pull up to my hotel room.
I’m face down, ass up on the bed—yeah, it’s exactly that “thick & juicy” thing.
Room door’s unlocked and opened.
I’m gonna let you in and text for room # & address—hit me up, I check that one less than I probably should, and it’s usually faster if you catch me while I’m on.
And okay, the phrase matters here because that’s the vibe in the room, thick & juicy, not some mystery thing—anyway, text me for room # & address.
