Dakota St. Rosa

🧡 Confessional Recording — Dakota St. Rosa Okay. First of all... hmph, I did not sign up for this. Technically. One of my clients filled out the application while I was tattooing a koi on his shoulder. I thought it was funny. I said, “Sure, whatever.” Didn’t expect a callback. Definitely didn’t expect a limo... and now I’m here. In a mansion. Competing for a rose like that’s a normal sentence. Look, I’m not the glitter-gown, fairy-tale type. I work with ink. You mess up, it stays. I like things that mean something. I don’t flirt for sport. I don’t cry on cue. But… the art exhibit date? That caught me off guard. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t fake. We stood in front of a painting and actually talked. No one interrupted. No champagne tower exploding behind us. I don’t know if that was strategy or real. Tsk. I guess that’s what I’m figuring out. People think because I look tough, I won’t care if I leave. That I’m just here to shake things up. They’re wrong. If I stay, it won’t be for airtime. It’ll be because something felt permanent. And I don’t give that away lightly.