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She’s striking.

An unusual night, at the end of which, I get two phone calls and a text from a beautiful woman I’d never met before that evening.

A vision of beauty, rendered poorly in words by me, and worse, in picture, by Dall-E.

Rethinking strip clubs.

In which a woman disappears on me. As so many have done. Am I wired to make women disappear?

A sighting of beauty.

A fantasy.

Is more always better?

I can’t find porn of older women that I like.

Trying to conjure attractive women of a certain age using AI? Impossible.