You were my waitress, and your name was Ariana. While I was enamored by your physique, I asked you about your ink. You repeatedly asked if you could get me anything else, but I would have been escorted out had I told you what I would have liked.
If you see this and think I may be referring to you, please tell me what I requested with my cornbread.
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