So there are hand full of guys on here that straight bring nothing but the best info. PoniBoi, CantB1, Preacher, MouthHunter, the list goes on. I admire these gentlemen's hustle. I hate to admit I have been sponging the info without contributing, but I have and for that I'm sorry, and that's all I can be. Well I soak up some of that good information that was put out there and got a lesson in what YMMV really means. Went to see Nikki in San Marco. Had a little hard time finding the place, but I did. And was a nice house. When I went to go in she was already in the back sound like she was talking to some one. I went back there like white people in scary movies, I just had to be noisy and investigate. When I got back there she was just sitting on the bed with no one in sight, so figured she must have been on the phone. So she was like you going or getting off work, a lot of them ask that for some reason. But she was moving like we had time to hang out. Instead of getting it. She was all over the place dropping cigs all over the place. She was talking a mile a minute. Bouncing all over the place. I was hey lets get to it. She wanted me to plant the roses up front, but I was like I'm not that type of gardner, and besides I only brought. 40 roses. She was taking back by the small amount of roses and began with I usually get this and haven't you seen my reviews and so on. I was like well I didn't know of you and I just wanted to see for my self, told her I could do. 60 rose and let me retrieve it real quick from the ride. She said and I went can got it. But when I returned the door was locked and I of course I knocked, no answer and I heard her yelling something I couldn't quite make out. So I left and laugh to myself about YMMV. No lost no gain, just one for the books. Oh and she said I as was going to get the rest of the roses that she was well worth it and I won't be disappointed, guess I'll never know. Moving on.
