The Pink Palace Is A Daytime Standard

Despite promising myself not to, I was driving by the Pink Palace when the siren call of the geriatric handy sucked me in. The physical facility and the parking have been described numberous times. It’s a building, it’s pink, and when the Martians invade they’re going to use it as a reference point.

Today’s plan was to see what all the recent fuss about Kiera has been. I walked in and she was the first person to approach me. Yay, no dollar parade! We went right to the back and the fuss was well deserved. Service was intimate, passionate,lots of dirty talk with heavy breathing and the standard PH service was offered with a choice of landing locations offered at no extra charge. Roaming was allowed.

Kiera is probably in her late 40’s, in good shape, decently sized natural ta ta’s. She was a dirty blonde the day I saw her (I have no idea if she changes hair color). Probably about 5’6”, with an accent of some sort.