Liezl Estipona
Comedy, Photography, and a 3rd generic interest


Excuse me...

At lunch, an old man resembling Danny Bonaduce asked me if I worked at the Massage Place next door.

I told him no, and he quickly apologized, walked away and ordered his lunch.

Did he want to inquire about massage services?
Do I have a doppelganger working there?
Did he want to request my “services” if i *did* work there?

I feel dirty.

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