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town in a not-so-cute flyover state where no one was like me because I loved the deeper and better things in life and they made me feel like a faun stuck between the buffalos. I love to dance any kind of dance and travel any kind of travel am always open to exploring the karmic interplaying between physical, cosmic, and intellectual spheres.
Favorite food: Sushi but it has to be super-fresh!
Favorite music: John Meyer. Maroon Five. Favorite read: So, so, so many books cuz I love to read but I read an old copy of the Bridges of Madison County I found in an airport at least a gazillion times, guess I’m a hapless romantic! I’m fit, energetic and flexible—in every way. Adventurous too and open to anything. Well, almost. LOL. But that leaves a lot of possibilities .
Seeking: A Daddy who appreciates the finer objects of life—and me! You can spoil me with delicious gifting or play poker with me or I’ll just watch a football game with you if that’s what makes you purr like a Ferrari. Any game’s fine with me if you play your cards right .
XXXOOO BAMBEE
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    Next page: green-eyed brunette, 23 years old. Codename: Sherbet. Occupation: model. Love Jane Austen movies and sex. Not necessarily in that order LOL .
    Codename Surfrgrl, 24. Pilates coach and fitness fanatic. Abs of titanium, glutes to match. Vegan but not afraid of all meat LOL. Love to position myself for opportunities. Yours .
    Leilani, 21. Interior designer but you can decorate me to your hearts content, I do all kinds of layouts .
    Milo said, “Such wisdom. Maybe Harvard should open up a West Coast branch.”
    “For the Western Elite.” Anonymous tip. No sense wondering about the source but I had good reason to surmise.
    We read a few more profiles before Milo phoned Deputy D.A. John Nguyen, described the site, and asked why it wasn’t prostitution.
    “Didn’t know that kind of thing troubled you, Milo.”
    “Only when it relates to a pretty girl getting her face blown off.”
    “Ouch,” said Nguyen. “Okay, let me take a look—got it right here on my screen—nice colors … okay … okay … okay … like the pictures … okay … okay. Nope, my friend, not even close. The courts dealt with the issue years ago. Even when sex is offered as part of a transaction—and it can be a lot more overt than what these bimbos are advertising—as long as other services are offered in addition to sex it’s kosher. As far as the law is concerned, these girls are selling companionship and flattery and shared good times and if that gets carnal, no big whoop. Think of it as an alternative to marriage.”
    “Always knew you were a romantic, John.”
    “Even if it was considered prostitution, do you see Vice bothering to prowl cyberspace when we can’t even clear the streets of diseased crack whores? Whoa!”
    “What, John?”
    “This one. Nice. These are some fine-looking chicks.”
    Milo printed SukRose’s home page, called a downtown detective with computer skills named Darnell Wolf, and asked for a street address for the site.
    “Kind of busy now, Milo. Turns out compliance with the new stat system by detectives is only forty percent.”
    “That’s your problem?”
    “I’m supposed to make it more user-friendly for all you John and Jane Waynes.”
    “Try using large block letters and monosyllables, Darnell. Meantime, I’m that rare bird who appreciates what you do, so get me an address. Stucco and soil, not cyber.”
    “Fine, you’ll need to give me a little time,” said Wolf. “Minutes and hours, not astral projection.”
    Milo reread the home page. “Ah, the finance of fantasy. From what you described, Princess would fit perfectly.”
    I said, “So would a Sugar Daddy rich enough to hire a goon like Black Suit.”
    “Guess their prescreening for moral net worth didn’t work too well.” He