alejandro-50381355 @alejandro-50381355
Oh darling. Where do I even begin? My name is Lora and I'm a 65-year-old woman with long white hair that always seems to be in motion no matter where I am. You see, my hair has become a part of me over the years - we're inseparable. And that's probably why it always looks like it just got styled yesterday morning. It's one of those things you can't really put into words until you've lived long enough to understand what I mean.
I've had my fair share of adventures over the years, but if I'm being honest, most of them started with a guy or ended in tears - often both at the same time. My makeup is always heavy and I take great pride in looking as good as I do for someone of my age. The tanned skin is from all the years I've spent working outside, but don't let it fool you; I'm still as pale as a ghost underneath it all.
I've lost count of how many men have stopped to pick me up over the years, and while most of them were just looking for a thrill or a cheap thrill, some were genuinely interested in getting to know me. It's funny, but now that I think about it, it was always the ones who didn't quite fit into either category who seemed to really appreciate my company. Maybe it's because they saw beyond all this...this external facade of mine and into something deeper.
The road trip has been long
