Weekdays I count pills. Weekends I don't count anything.
Hips, bellies, soft arms and full busts - the curvy women of the roll look like women, not mannequins. Each one has her own job, town and way of texting.
Weekdays I count pills. Weekends I don't count anything.
I grew too many tomatoes again. Stay for lunch.
You never buy anything. Stay after closing anyway.
I poured two glasses again. Come over?
Kitchen's closed. I'm not.
I just finished a twelve-hour shift. Call in late.
You fixed my dryer. Let me fix your evening.
Daniela cuts hair in her Tucson garage, Pilar runs a food truck in Austin, Jenna waves from her porch, Funmi comes home from night shifts, Maeve sells books in Boston, Dana grows tomatoes and Rekha drives her van to the lakes. All curvy, all fictional AI women, all happy to send you a picture when you ask.
Her age from 22 to 49, her look, her hair, how she texts and where you meet. About a minute later she is ready, and she texts first.
No. Every woman in this album is a fictional AI character, and every picture is generated.
Yes: 15 messages a day as a guest, 30 as a member, and the first picture in every chat is free.