hot firefighter on west burnside

Portland OR

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We made eye contact and smiled at each other as your fire truck passed my car. Be still my little heart! The flashing lights were on, but whoever was driving wasn’t really sending it. Were you on your way to save the day or just evading rush hour? More like crush hour! You were riding in the middle of the truck, but sort of on the outside. I’m not sure how firetrucks really work. I’d love to learn though. Give me your phone number. Don’t make me call 911.