The House Around the Corner
[QUOTE=StaneMac;4946868]No, the one in Ballwin. Sorry for my horrendous spelling and grammar on my previous post. I was trying to type fast and in the car. Yes, it's the same lady who always massages me. It was just weird that the said go to this house. It was in a nice quite affluent neighborhood. I thought about it as I had the cash. I called back to see if there was a number to call, but then she said she could see me back at Jasmine so I went back. I'm still curious as to who is there since I only remember one girl at Jasmin.[/QUOTE]I had not heard that about Jasmine, but there was a report that Classic had an apartment not too far away where you could go with one of their girls for things they won't do in the shop.
Jasmine recommendations of who to ask for?
I have never been to Jasmine but have been to a lot of the other AMPs in the area. Was thinking of going this week and trying them out. Any recommendation on who to ask for or just let lady luck do her thing.
I personally love playing with or being able to see some boobs on the flip so if you had luck with any of them a dm would be great.
Thanks!
Also seems like a lot of info flying around about Jasmine, are there any worry of the same thing as Chen happening. Sucks when a spot gets to popular and starts drawing eyes.
Believe the Reports About Julia
First post here after being a lurker for the last year. Finally registered to share my "the hell just happened here?" report.
Reports about Julia (red hair, big jugs: 832-XXX-0066) in this thread commonly state she may be nuts. I thought surely these were exaggerations and attempted to book with her.
Last week, we schedule for a 7:15, and then she ghosts me only to reply later that evening that her 7:00 showed up. Bullshit, but days later, I'm still sore and in need of a massage plus a bit of relief. So I get scheduled with her this week.
I drive out to her location on the outer edge of the STL metro and am ten minutes late. Letting her know the whole time. I discover she'd given me the wrong room number, and I'm stuck lurking conspicuously in an empty hotel that's under renovations for ten minutes. As I was leaving, I get the room number, but once I get in the door, she's *very* antagonistic.
She'd stacked up another guy at the end of our hour appointment, and now we were 20 minutes late. I say I'm okay calling it good and paying for a half hour massage, and she starts to flip out. I nope it right on out of there.
Five minutes later driving back to STL, I get the following text: "I'm unwillingly in the CIA so it's just as well. LOL thwyre (sic) punishing me today. ".
I should have believed what's been reported in this thread.
But goddamn, fellas, what does a guy have to do to get some massage relief in this town??