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[QUOTE=LostMonger;4579773]So after 6 ish years away from the hobby for various reasons I decided fuck it and went to see Amy. Well, it was a very mediocre return. Kept me waiting a bit but not too bad. Decently private house near hwy 100 and gf. Lead me in to a matress on the floor. Didn't even get completely undressed. Asked for BBBJ as both her ad and one of the reviews she posted in her ad says she does, apparently not. Ok I can deal, takes a bit of extra effort for me to get hard with a cover on, but I thought I'd make it work. About 2 minutes into it I'm half hard and she says she wants it doggy. I tell her I always get a cramp in my hip doing doggy. Guess the other reviewers got lucky liking doggy since it's apparently the only position available. Doesn't get on top. So I gave it a whirl, cramped as usual. She says why don't we just finish with head. At this point I'm pretty much at WTF ever and say sure. Let her get me hard then grabbed her head and bounced it like a basketball. To her credit she took it as hard and fast as I could give, but don't be too impressed because I ain't even in the ballpark of hung. All said and done I was in and out the door in like 10 minutes. And she was on the phone and opening the door for me as I was getting dressed. Hope the monger I saw parked on the road had a better time after me. Body seemed pretty good. Nice handful of tits to grab on. Basically if you like CBJ and doggy I'm sure she'd be great for you, maybe a bit mechanical. Pussy felt pretty tight when I stuck 2 fingers in. Pics are basically accurate For me $. 5 for what amounted to a CBJ qv not worth it. Back on the hunt I guess. Think I covered everything but it's been a while since I did one of these so if I missed anything feel free to ask.

[URL]http://milwaukee.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/caucasian_w/guaranteed-to-become-a-regular/894911101674[/URL][/QUOTE]She was only $. 50? I thought there was complaining in the past that said her rates were high, was she heavier or not matching her pictures? She's very cute in her pictures but have heard they are old.

[QUOTE=Taters2019;4580484]Spent the night in Milwaukee after the Bucks game I tried to set something up with this little number.

[URL]http://milwaukee.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/asian/looking-for-a-great-and-fun-ti/019336873478[/URL]

Very responsive at first and we even traded picts. Told me she was 15 minutes from hotel and I waited. And waited. And waited. After an hour I tried her again and she told me she was getting gas and was 7 minutes away. That was the last I heard from her and she's been unresponsive today as well.

I understand that these ladies make me pit stops on their way to a visit if it's convenient but to ghost a guy is unfortunate. It was late and loaded and didn't have enough time to set up another provider.

Thoughts on Lora guys?[/QUOTE]Unfortunately this is the new norm.

I'm not a local so I hope to make this short and not word bomb, and I'm not a baller, but I got inside access on chicks to provide inside info. I agree with all that for sure. For details there'll be a book hopefully when I'm off this side detour in Vegas.

The porn girls I knew did the initial go-round, the three-week stay at the Miami model house, with shoots for Bang Bros, one getting smashed by Preston and the Monsters of Cock Cuban dude, some BJ / FJ stuff, drinking and floozing, another did it four years around LA, another is in and out, one got the call to do a hot dog bun outcall to the Chateau Marmont bungalows and can say the rock star she blew 'had the juice run down his leg,' if you get the singer I'm talking about. Yeah it was him, no shit. But these girls dip in and out of 'ghosties' as they call escort dates. They're flighty and flakey, they get money off sugar daddies for no sex, they work the underground poker games in Van Nuys (went to one myself and was allowed to hang without table buy-in, but I think those games got raided, not sure. Once when I was rolling with a few friends I was the only sober person and got tasked as driver to pick up a top 100 girl, because her driver was with me and rolling too hard, so we picked up Little Miss Five Way Anal from a rich dude's house in Manhattan Beach (ghostie) to drive for makeup at her Spiegel model house to prep for a later butt destruction shoot. Those days were a gas.

What I learned from the fun was that I could pay nothing (often) to bang the girls, another guy $400, and the *same* girl I got for that amount with two pops charged a dude $5,000 for a date to the Avalon and two hours at a suite at the Standard. Upshot: there's nothing set for price. They throw out freebies to pals like me, they charge some guys on the baller circuit ten times more, they sleep off a night out naked on my couch and miss calls for escort dates, they jump in pools naked but holding their phones and can't do dates because they lose access to their phone until they can get their sugar daddy to get another one. It's all chaos and dancing and irrational anger and love and fun and I could tell a friend 'go get that dude's nut, it's his birthday,' and the friend would get mine, then go get birthday guy's. In front of the whole crowd at my place.

Ahhh I miss those days.

It's been awhile, things are more real now. And speaking of that.

I'll reply to all the guys sending PMs about Isabel soon. Sorry for the delay, it's PST plus I was up a tad late writing drafts of the above tales.

[QUOTE=JimmyChitWood;4579907]I completely disagree. I've fucked a ton of porn stars on the most popular category on porn hub. Current numbers, 3,4,5,6,10,18,23,26,32,34,51 and 52 on the list. A good majority of them were in Cali and Las Vegas. Some were on tour in other cities I was in for work. Pricing was NEVER even remotely close to 4500 per hour except for Adriana Chechnik but I got her to drop down to half because of references. Kimmy Granger was the most expensive at 2 k. Brandi Love was only 1600 for 4 hours when she was touring. Any porn star that says they don't do escorting lies. Autumn Falls was only 1000 but she was just starting out and barely 18. Anyways, some porn stars are rock stars just like in the videos, some are terrible and you are like why did I just drop 1000 or more to see them.[/QUOTE]

So I've been Mia for awhile but just recently stumbled upon an app called Tagged. If you are looking for black girls this is definitely the way to go. 90% of them are escorting and will meet for .6 to $. Even .4 for head. There's so many diamonds in there that if you can't find one then you're doing something wrong.

[QUOTE=Taters2019;4580484]Spent the night in Milwaukee after the Bucks game I tried to set something up with this little number.

[URL]http://milwaukee.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/asian/looking-for-a-great-and-fun-ti/019336873478[/URL]

Very responsive at first and we even traded picts. Told me she was 15 minutes from hotel and I waited. And waited. And waited. After an hour I tried her again and she told me she was getting gas and was 7 minutes away. That was the last I heard from her and she's been unresponsive today as well.

I understand that these ladies make me pit stops on their way to a visit if it's convenient but to ghost a guy is unfortunate. It was late and loaded and didn't have enough time to set up another provider.

Thoughts on Lora guys?[/QUOTE]Thank you for the report. I've been considering giving her a go. She only does outcalls supposedly. You already having that set up and a no show. Definitely won't be wasting my time on that one if she is even for real.

Thank you again for the heads up and god speed in future endeavors.

Is as follows. Someone who is addicted to opiates is commonly referred to as a hype. It has very easy to notice tells, which carryover to other habits. The carryover is being unkempt, not taking care of their health, grooming, hygiene, and oral health. This results in a dishevelled stinky, acne covered girl, with horrible breath and stinky cat. Opiates can have a side effect of making your body itchy, or make you feel like something is crawling under your skin. It causes said person to scratch and scratch and scratch, to the point they get scratches, sores, lesions, or simply open wounds. This includes the pill poppers as well. There are exceptions to the rules, but they are few and far between.

[QUOTE=FltRider;4580467]What does it mean when you say she is a "hype"?[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=JimmyChitWood;4579907]I completely disagree. I've fucked a ton of porn stars on the most popular category on porn hub. Current numbers, 3,4,5,6,10,18,23,26,32,34,51 and 52 on the list. A good majority of them were in Cali and Las Vegas. Some were on tour in other cities I was in for work. Pricing was NEVER even remotely close to 4500 per hour except for Adriana Chechnik but I got her to drop down to half because of references. Kimmy Granger was the most expensive at 2 k. Brandi Love was only 1600 for 4 hours when she was touring. Any porn star that says they don't do escorting lies. Autumn Falls was only 1000 but she was just starting out and barely 18. Anyways, some porn stars are rock stars just like in the videos, some are terrible and you are like why did I just drop 1000 or more to see them.[/QUOTE]I respect your experience in this hobby and how it has shaped your understanding of the industry in a specific market, but that was not my experience. Yes, there are providers charging $4,500 for an overnight. Porn stars per se, aren't the king of the hill. There are levels to the game. From the cheap Asian massage parlors in ever neighbor hood, to the outcalls on the beach front properties near the pacific coast highway.

Here is a link to a provider in L. A. Her overnight is $6,000.

[URL]https://tryst.link/escort/amy-taylor[/URL]

There is a difference between visiting Universal Studios for 3 days with the kids before flying out, and really experiencing the minutia of what a specific city offers.

Until one sees Peter at the gates, the whole story seems like a crock of shit.

[QUOTE=Velcrolio;4580644]I'm not a local so I hope to make this short and not word bomb, and I'm not a baller, but I got inside access on chicks to provide inside info. I agree with all that for sure. For details there'll be a book hopefully when I'm off this side detour in Vegas.

The porn girls I knew did the initial go-round, the three-week stay at the Miami model house, with shoots for Bang Bros, one getting smashed by Preston and the Monsters of Cock Cuban dude, some BJ / FJ stuff, drinking and floozing, another did it four years around LA, another is in and out, one got the call to do a hot dog bun outcall to the Chateau Marmont bungalows and can say the rock star she blew 'had the juice run down his leg,' if you get the singer I'm talking about. Yeah it was him, no shit. But these girls dip in and out of 'ghosties' as they call escort dates. They're flighty and flakey, they get money off sugar daddies for no sex, they work the underground poker games in Van Nuys (went to one myself and was allowed to hang without table buy-in, but I think those games got raided, not sure. Once when I was rolling with a few friends I was the only sober person and got tasked as driver to pick up a top 100 girl, because her driver was with me and rolling too hard, so we picked up Little Miss Five Way Anal from a rich dude's house in Manhattan Beach (ghostie) to drive for makeup at her Spiegel model house to prep for a later butt destruction shoot. Those days were a gas.

What I learned from the fun was that I could pay nothing (often) to bang the girls, another guy $400, and the *same* girl I got for that amount with two pops charged a dude $5,000 for a date to the Avalon and two hours at a suite at the Standard. Upshot: there's nothing set for price. They throw out freebies to pals like me, they charge some guys on the baller circuit ten times more, they sleep off a night out naked on my couch and miss calls for escort dates, they jump in pools naked but holding their phones and can't do dates because they lose access to their phone until they can get their sugar daddy to get another one. It's all chaos and dancing and irrational anger and love and fun and I could tell a friend 'go get that dude's nut, it's his birthday,' and the friend would get mine, then go get birthday guy's. In front of the whole crowd at my place.

Ahhh I miss those days.

It's been awhile, things are more real now. And speaking of that.

I'll reply to all the guys sending PMs about Isabel soon. Sorry for the delay, it's PST plus I was up a tad late writing drafts of the above tales.[/QUOTE]

Bro, where the hell is this poker in Van Nuys? Lmfao.

Also, can you PM those photos.

[QUOTE=JimmyChitWood;4579907]I completely disagree. I've fucked a ton of porn stars on the most popular category on porn hub. Current numbers, 3,4,5,6,10,18,23,26,32,34,51 and 52 on the list. A good majority of them were in Cali and Las Vegas. Some were on tour in other cities I was in for work. Pricing was NEVER even remotely close to 4500 per hour except for Adriana Chechnik but I got her to drop down to half because of references. Kimmy Granger was the most expensive at 2 k. Brandi Love was only 1600 for 4 hours when she was touring. Any porn star that says they don't do escorting lies. Autumn Falls was only 1000 but she was just starting out and barely 18. Anyways, some porn stars are rock stars just like in the videos, some are terrible and you are like why did I just drop 1000 or more to see them.[/QUOTE]$4000.

[URL]https://tryst.link/escort/sloan-beaumont[/URL]

$5,000.

[URL]https://tryst.link/escort/freja-noir[/URL]

[QUOTE=ZipperSquid;4580412]Why worry about her reputation at all? She knows what she's doing is wrong. Her rep is her own doing. We don't even know how many non board members she's fleeced. In my opinion if a girl does it once, her rep is toast.[/QUOTE]Pretty sure he was being sarcastic. At this point any member of the board that gets ripped off my her brought it on themselves.

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[QUOTE=JimmyChitWood;4579907]I completely disagree. I've fucked a ton of porn stars on the most popular category on porn hub. Current numbers, 3,4,5,6,10,18,23,26,32,34,51 and 52 on the list. A good majority of them were in Cali and Las Vegas. Some were on tour in other cities I was in for work. Pricing was NEVER even remotely close to 4500 per hour except for Adriana Chechnik but I got her to drop down to half because of references. Kimmy Granger was the most expensive at 2 k. Brandi Love was only 1600 for 4 hours when she was touring. Any porn star that says they don't do escorting lies. Autumn Falls was only 1000 but she was just starting out and barely 18. Anyways, some porn stars are rock stars just like in the videos, some are terrible and you are like why did I just drop 1000 or more to see them.[/QUOTE]Any experience with Rachel Rose? About 2 years ago she quit her snapchat and I was lucky enough to get her phone number. We text almost daily for the last year or so. She hasn't done porn in awhile and quit camming too as far as I know. We talked about me coming to visit in Florida a few times, but never discussed anything sexual.

Holly Diamond.

Saw her in Chicago. She is a touring girl so she may not come back. Do NOT expect FS for the special hhr. You need the full hour $$.

The Bad: Not GFE, No Kissing, CBJ only, lots of spit not very skilled. Pricey. Fake moans. I didn't ask about greece because I felt like I'd be asked for an upcharge. You can tell she may be a bit ghetto or hood, but she comes off as sweet and personality was no problem, no rush.

The good: 10/10 on face and body. Her Photoshop pics don't do her justice as she looks better in person. Perfect ass that bounces and feels soft and smooth in my hands and claps. She can do a Perfect 180% degree split because she's a dancer.

You'll be better off using a reviewed agency girl for your money's worth, however if GFE doesn't matter and spending $$ go for it. I would repeat if I was rich.

Again, don't expect FS or anything more for her HHR special.

[URL]https://hollydiamond.escortbook.com/gallery[/URL]

Wherever it was, I'd have a hard time finding it. It must have been up off Saticoy in the industrial areas. It was commercial / industrial zoned. I took a cab there. So here's how it went down. Just in case Milwaukee would enjoy a tale by a Vegas-living guy dating from 2013 in Los Angeles. So I met a girl on a subway ride between the Vine station and Larchmont, as my car was in the shop. She was hot, blonde, and to my discerning eye, was holding it like a stripper pole, and she was drunk. A number of hood rats were trying game on her. I knew I'd get a chance to chat her up and that she'd be receptive in the mood she was in, and I did, as we climbed the stairs to street level. Yep, she was a stripper, she gave me her number, she asked me if I had cocaine, and she said too bad you're going to see you buddy at his DJ production studio on Burbank Blvd, or it'd be fun to hang out. So that went well.

Later as I was walking home from the Vine station to my place near Western & Franklin, I got a call from a guy I'd heard about, calling himself Warren. I'd been told that word of my 'harem' of friends had gotten around, once I began hanging around the adult entertainment crowd, and especially after Mike Gee, owner of I believe Xposed and other strip clubs, invited my friends and I to come hang out, and offered any of my friends $100 if they'd hang out topless. Mike is a good dude, it turns out, and despite my being about 1/100th the player he is, we had a good chat before he succumbed to the gack and crashed in his master bedroom. Might have been him who passed along info on me. Anyway, Warren's irish brogue comes through the line. 'So I hear you have a lot of lady friends. Are there any who'd like to make a lot of cash working tonight at the game in the Valley?

I was a little amused at this, because while I had unintentionally accumulated a number of hot female friends, none of them were 'mine' so to speak, and to get them anywhere was like herding cats. They were just always around my place, one was a novelist, one a foley engineer, several were dancers, several were hookers, and all were bisexual and at some time or other I'd be awakened by girly sex sounds and find two of them scissoring on my couch. It worked because I had parking, I kept other dudes the fuck away, everybody liked everyone else, there was always high sexual tension, it was near to Hollywood, I had good delivery plugs, and I always ALWAYS had ice. So there were hot chicks, but nobody among them was going to do the Poker Girl gig, and some would be offended at me asking. Except one.

I pulled out the number of the little blonde 19 year old I'd met that day on the subway. "Amber? I just met you on the subway. Look I know you're a dancer, but would you be interested in a special event gig tonight? Hey I don't know how you dance, if you do extras, or what, but I have to tell you, this probably involves some of that. No, I don't need a referral charge. Just remember, promise me, give them my name at least and tell them you came through me, and I'll try to get in and check on how you're doing. You're in? Cool!" And I gave her Warren's number. I knew, you see, about the poker crowd. The porn girl I mentioned who'd blow any guy I told her to blow was a regular Poker Girl and hung out at the coke-fueled parties at the homes of the player, along with other porn-adjacent hanger-on douchebags.

Another friend vouched for me as well, and Warren was happy enough with me, so I was on the list. Up to Van Nuys I went (no idea seven years later where it was, because I took pride in not knowing much about the SF Valley).

The street was quiet, gravel either side of the dark road, a chain link fence on one side, industrial buildings on the other. It looked like warehouses and a cement mixing facility or something, and you couldn't tell there was anything going on. I think a Russian-accented security guy motioned me towards the buildings / cement plant. After checking my name with two other Russian accented guys, I was in, walking into a medium-sized warehouse through plastic sheeting on the entry door. The scene inside was bright and hopping. On the right was a large raised stage with spotlights and a stripper pole. Straight ahead on the wall opposite me was a staircase to the second floor. In front of me was an empty dance floor. To my near left and extending far back were poker tables completely filled with men, couldn't tell how many, must have been more than 100 players. There was a bar near left opposite wall, further back left was an outside sitting area with another bar, seats, all kept warm against the chilly LA evening by heating lamps. Girls in lingerie, revealing party dresses and hot **** leather getup ferried drinks to the players, gave massages at the tables, and all, I presumed, were available to go go up that staircase to the second floor.

At the back sitting area I found my friend, and before long, Amber walked up to the bar. She saw me and her eyebrows lit up. 'Oh my god, I've already made $500! I can't believe this!' she whispered, nervously looking around. 'Awesome,' I said, 'if they give you a break, and you want to show some gratitude for the tip. ' She knew what I was saying, she grabbed my hand, and she led me up the staircase to the second floor.

Blah blah, I nailed Amber on a mattress in a jerry-built *****-room, then went downstairs, got caught using my phone to record the lesbian sex action happening on the pole dance stage, hustled to the exit, and ejected into the night. That was the last I heard of that, though Amber then became part of my crew. Easily the sluttiest one, until she got pregnant by a client and left to her family back in Lancaster.

So that's that scene, circa 2012. I've never since spoken to any of that set, although I met a player at that game in another setting, a woman who remembered the fracas when I was kicked out for recording at an illegal, high-stakes money game. My friend who helped hook me up with the whole thing now lives in Vegas as well, and Mike Gee is now doing standup after going straight a few years ago. According to the news I've seen, several cash poker games were broken up in recent years around LA, but none of them precisely matches this one, from 2012. It was one of those LA things when you're a cypher, a freak in plain sight. You can walk all the scenes and get the taste, and this one was most certainly not my taste, nor was any of the porn scene. I thereafter stayed away. Going to that extent for chicks was much further than I ever went, and I liked my little salon well enough.

And I do word-bomb, because I write like Usain Bolt runs. Sorry Milwaukee, I'll leave you to your lovely ladies of lake left. No news from my friend Isabel there, but I'm sure she's getting a lot of calls. As for her pic, send me a PM. I have a few. But the video I got before she left is mine and mine alone. It's all I have to remind me while she's away of that Mauling Mouth of hers.

[QUOTE=JohnGalt34;4580826]Bro, where the hell is this poker in Van Nuys? Lmfao.

Also, can you PM those photos.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Velcrolio;4580999]Wherever it was, I'd have a hard time finding it. It must have been up off Saticoy in the industrial areas. It was commercial / industrial zoned. I took a cab there. So here's how it went down. Just in case Milwaukee would enjoy a tale by a Vegas-living guy dating from 2013 in Los Angeles. So I met a girl on a subway ride between the Vine station and Larchmont, as my car was in the shop. She was hot, blonde, and to my discerning eye, was holding it like a stripper pole, and she was drunk. A number of hood rats were trying game on her. I knew I'd get a chance to chat her up and that she'd be receptive in the mood she was in, and I did, as we climbed the stairs to street level. Yep, she was a stripper, she gave me her number, she asked me if I had cocaine, and she said too bad you're going to see you buddy at his DJ production studio on Burbank Blvd, or it'd be fun to hang out. So that went well.

Later as I was walking home from the Vine station to my place near Western & Franklin, I got a call from a guy I'd heard about, calling himself Warren. I'd been told that word of my 'harem' of friends had gotten around, once I began hanging around the adult entertainment crowd, and especially after Mike Gee, owner of I believe Xposed and other strip clubs, invited my friends and I to come hang out, and offered any of my friends $100 if they'd hang out topless. Mike is a good dude, it turns out, and despite my being about 1/100th the player he is, we had a good chat before he succumbed to the gack and crashed in his master bedroom. Might have been him who passed along info on me. Anyway, Warren's irish brogue comes through the line. 'So I hear you have a lot of lady friends. Are there any who'd like to make a lot of cash working tonight at the game in the Valley?

I was a little amused at this, because while I had unintentionally accumulated a number of hot female friends, none of them were 'mine' so to speak, and to get them anywhere was like herding cats. They were just always around my place, one was a novelist, one a foley engineer, several were dancers, several were hookers, and all were bisexual and at some time or other I'd be awakened by girly sex sounds and find two of them scissoring on my couch. It worked because I had parking, I kept other dudes the fuck away, everybody liked everyone else, there was always high sexual tension, it was near to Hollywood, I had good delivery plugs, and I always ALWAYS had ice. So there were hot chicks, but nobody among them was going to do the Poker Girl gig, and some would be offended at me asking. Except one.

I pulled out the number of the little blonde 19 year old I'd met that day on the subway. "Amber? I just met you on the subway. Look I know you're a dancer, but would you be interested in a special event gig tonight? Hey I don't know how you dance, if you do extras, or what, but I have to tell you, this probably involves some of that. No, I don't need a referral charge. Just remember, promise me, give them my name at least and tell them you came through me, and I'll try to get in and check on how you're doing. You're in? Cool!" And I gave her Warren's number. I knew, you see, about the poker crowd. The porn girl I mentioned who'd blow any guy I told her to blow was a regular Poker Girl and hung out at the coke-fueled parties at the homes of the player, along with other porn-adjacent hanger-on douchebags.

Another friend vouched for me as well, and Warren was happy enough with me, so I was on the list. Up to Van Nuys I went (no idea seven years later where it was, because I took pride in not knowing much about the SF Valley).

The street was quiet, gravel either side of the dark road, a chain link fence on one side, industrial buildings on the other. It looked like warehouses and a cement mixing facility or something, and you couldn't tell there was anything going on. I think a Russian-accented security guy motioned me towards the buildings / cement plant. After checking my name with two other Russian accented guys, I was in, walking into a medium-sized warehouse through plastic sheeting on the entry door. The scene inside was bright and hopping. On the right was a large raised stage with spotlights and a stripper pole. Straight ahead on the wall opposite me was a staircase to the second floor. In front of me was an empty dance floor. To my near left and extending far back were poker tables completely filled with men, couldn't tell how many, must have been more than 100 players. There was a bar near left opposite wall, further back left was an outside sitting area with another bar, seats, all kept warm against the chilly LA evening by heating lamps. Girls in lingerie, revealing party dresses and hot **** leather getup ferried drinks to the players, gave massages at the tables, and all, I presumed, were available to go go up that staircase to the second floor.

At the back sitting area I found my friend, and before long, Amber walked up to the bar. She saw me and her eyebrows lit up. 'Oh my god, I've already made $500! I can't believe this!' she whispered, nervously looking around. 'Awesome,' I said, 'if they give you a break, and you want to show some gratitude for the tip. ' She knew what I was saying, she grabbed my hand, and she led me up the staircase to the second floor.

Blah blah, I nailed Amber on a mattress in a jerry-built *****-room, then went downstairs, got caught using my phone to record the lesbian sex action happening on the pole dance stage, hustled to the exit, and ejected into the night. That was the last I heard of that, though Amber then became part of my crew. Easily the sluttiest one, until she got pregnant by a client and left to her family back in Lancaster.

So that's that scene, circa 2012. I've never since spoken to any of that set, although I met a player at that game in another setting, a woman who remembered the fracas when I was kicked out for recording at an illegal, high-stakes money game. My friend who helped hook me up with the whole thing now lives in Vegas as well, and Mike Gee is now doing standup after going straight a few years ago. According to the news I've seen, several cash poker games were broken up in recent years around LA, but none of them precisely matches this one, from 2012. It was one of those LA things when you're a cypher, a freak in plain sight. You can walk all the scenes and get the taste, and this one was most certainly not my taste, nor was any of the porn scene. I thereafter stayed away. Going to that extent for chicks was much further than I ever went, and I liked my little salon well enough.

And I do word-bomb, because I write like Usain Bolt runs. Sorry Milwaukee, I'll leave you to your lovely ladies of lake left. No news from my friend Isabel there, but I'm sure she's getting a lot of calls. As for her pic, send me a PM. I have a few. But the video I got before she left is mine and mine alone. It's all I have to remind me while she's away of that Mauling Mouth of hers.[/QUOTE]Did you write for Penthouse? This stuff sounds like what I would read in my Dad's skin mags.