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[RexRaider]

So this is what mom was always warning me about.

https://skipthegames.com/posts/atlan...d/789516288366

I almost had a dream with this one recently. She's scary, cray-cray scary. Those pics are either old or filtered big time. Here's the good, bad and ugly. There is no good that I can think of. Meeting her in person was a completely different experience from what I expected. The initial nervous excitement quickly faded, caution replaced whatever curiosity I had.

1. Her ad says outcall, but she had some bs story about not doing outcall some days.

2. Incall location was a seedy hotel at Northlake Mall in Chamblee. I was reluctant to leave my car unattended.

3. Some pimp looking dude was slipping out from the room as I turned the corner. He was lurking in the hallway when I was leaving.

4. The room looked like a tornado hit it. Clothes, nasty dishes, etc. Were everywhere. Asked her about the guy leaving her room, but she swore she was all alone, solo room. Of course half the shit lying around the room was men's clothes, shoes, etc. The door latch didn't look real effective. Not a good start.

5. There's a reason she doesn't smile in her pics. Definite long term meth head. Missing teeth, it looked like quite a few in the brief look I got. The remainder were badly discolored, really stained. A few were rotting, it was gross. That killed any thought of a BJ, even covered. This is when I should have left but the little head was in control as usual.

6. She seemed in a rush to get it over with. She was high as a kite, and and probably due a for a hit. She started pulling down this leotard thing and that sealed it for the little head. I let her get it down to her waist and I tapped out. She's definitely punched out some kids. Her tits were tiny, but somehow wrinkled and saggy at the same time. She's tiny, meth skinny, except for her stomach. She looks like one of those malnourished kids in those old Save the Children commercials.

7. I told her I was sorry, and was leaving, but would pay her the full 200 (hhr) roses for my 5-10 minutes. She hit the roof, just boom. Although I had the text she had sent me herself saying 200 for an hhr, she insisted it was really 250.

8. She was screaming about her "manager" being close and his "boys", fired and's at me me so fast I thought she was a machine gun.

9. I did see the pimp boy in the hall headed to the room. I looked him dead on and told him something like "don't think about f'in with me boy" or something similar. He melted, should've called him "little boy".

Worst experience I have ever had on a dream. The worst. I should have CA'd her the 200 and stayed home. The next time I decide to go dreaming I might just send a donation to "Save the Children".

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