Craigslist Advertiser Reviews

[QUOTE=Joe Dobbs 1965; 1561224]This place just opened in August or so. I went by there about 7PM and the place was dead. All the lights were off as if they were closed but there was 1 older thin Asian lady there watching TV sitting in a chair. I asked if draping was required and she said "yes". So I asked about foot massage prices and she said the foot spa lady was gone for the day. She would not give in on the draping issue so I left. Is draping a law in GA or just in Cobb? Here is a link to their Oct 2nd ad on Backpage in Body Rubs:

[url]http://atlanta.backpage.com/BodyRubs/magic-touch-new-concept-asian-day-spa-29/11111786[/url][/QUOTE]She is totally nasty. Tried twice and once she was so hung over she started to gag. Drapping not required and HE available but WHY? It's a must miss.

[QUOTE=Member #2227;1562298]She is totally nasty. Tried twice and once she was so hung over she started to gag. Drapping not required and HE available but WHY? It's a must miss.[/QUOTE]Same experience I had about a year ago.

As you may recall, Majesty has been discussed at length here in the past when she first starting doing massages in an apartment off Satellite Blvd a year or so ago. I went to see her then and had a good experience; however, their was a report soon after that a guy had a confrontation there and punched Majesty's dreadlocked handler to the floor. After that, I couldn't seem to get an appointment with her and eventually gave up. Lo and behold, saw an ad today and didn't recognize her phone number or voice, but when she texted me the location I knew it was her. Keep in mind there were rumors that she'd been busted since my last visit, so I was curious if she'd act differently this time. If "different" and "paranoid" can be considered similar in meaning, she's definitely different now.

I knocked on the apartment door and was greeted by Mr. Dreadlocks (Note that I instantly noticed a strong odor of burned incense). He was as pleasant as last year and was about to hand me a clipboard to fill out personal info when I commented that I had done so last year when I visited. He put the clipboard away, I asked to use the bathroom and he led me to it, telling me to return to the living room sofa once I finished. As I headed back to the living room I noticed a lot more furniture in the apartment, including a piano, in comparison to no furniture last year, so I assume Majesty is living there permanently. While I was in the bathroom dreadlocks had set up a massage table next to the sofa and there was a foldable partition beside it, which served to divide the massage area from the rest of the living room. I commented that I had a massage in the bedroom last year and he simply replied,"We changed a few things but you'll have just as much privacy as before." If you recall, there was discussion about the folding closet doors in the bedroom held together with rubber bands, revealing a crack just wide enough for possible recording equipment to peer through, so I wondered just how much privacy I would get this time around since the folding partition in the living room had cracks between each panel wide enough for RECORDING EQUIPMENT TO PEER THROUGH. Dreadlocks then pointed to a paper sign on the wall next to the fireplace that stated,"You determine your experience. Donation here prior to service," with arrows pointing downward to a dish on a table, told me to get undressed and wait for Majesty. He disappeared and turned the room lights off. I got undressed and contemplated how much money I should leave in the dish. I had planned to do the half hour massage for $40 but couldn't decide how much to leave for a tip, so I put $40 in the dish and assumed I would discuss a HJ tip with Majesty. I laid down on the massage table and Majesty appeared a few minutes later in a T-shirt and panties. I noticed that she had gained a few pounds, nothing serious. I told her that it was nice to see her again but wondered aloud why the massage table was in the living room, not the bedroom. This is when I realized her demeanor had changed from a woman with a warm smile and personality last year into a nervous, paranoid witch.

Majesty: If you're not comfortable, you can leave.

Me: I'm fine, just curious why the massage table is now in the living room, that's all.

She then saw the $40 in the dish, turned to look and me and the conversation went straight downhill:

Majesty: I see you're just here for the half hour massage, nothing else.

Me: Well, since you didn't want to discuss extras on the phone, I thought we could discuss them when I got here.

Majesty (clearly agitated) : It seems you are NOT comfortable, you can't follow my procedure (leaving donation and appropriate tip in the dish) , so I am going to ask you to LEAVE!

As I paused on the massage table thinking about what she just said, I heard her voice in the darkness behind the partition,"I do not see you moving," meaning I was not getting up fast enough. WTF? I got up, got dressed and, as I was tying my shoes, I happened to see dreadlocks off in the darkness next to the partition watching me. I have no clue how long he'd been standing there but I made one last comment as I opened the door: "You two must have had some problems since last year because she's gotten paranoid." I left. When I got home, I noticed that my clothes still smelled like incense.

Bottom line is I sure as hell would not recommend Majesty to anyone. She clearly no longer has both oars in the water.

[QUOTE=Niteluvr;1562479]Bottom line is I sure as hell would not recommend Majesty to anyone. She clearly no longer has both oars in the water.[/QUOTE]Do you have a link? I would have dropped all my little pennies in that donation plate.

I remember Majesty. I saw her a couple of months ago in apt off Satellite Blvd. My experience was very good. I'm disappointed to here that, as I was planning to see her next week. I tried to call her a couple of times over the last couple of weeks but couldn't coordinate our schedules.

Yeah, I'm thinking something must've happened that has her paranoid. When I went, though, I was in the living room. Not the bedroom. Aside from that, the process was exactly as you described.

[QUOTE=Niteluvr; 1562479]As you may recall, Majesty has been discussed at length here in the past when she first starting doing massages in an apartment off Satellite Blvd a year or so ago. I went to see her then and had a good experience; however, their was a report soon after that a guy had a confrontation there and punched Majesty's dreadlocked handler to the floor. After that, I couldn't seem to get an appointment with her and eventually gave up. Lo and behold, saw an ad today and didn't recognize her phone number or voice, but when she texted me the location I knew it was her. Keep in mind there were rumors that she'd been busted since my last visit, so I was curious if she'd act differently this time. If "different" and "paranoid" can be considered similar in meaning, she's definitely different now.

I knocked on the apartment door and was greeted by Mr. Dreadlocks (Note that I instantly noticed a strong odor of burned incense). He was as pleasant as last year and was about to hand me a clipboard to fill out personal info when I commented that I had done so last year when I visited. He put the clipboard away, I asked to use the bathroom and he led me to it, telling me to return to the living room sofa once I finished. As I headed back to the living room I noticed a lot more furniture in the apartment, including a piano, in comparison to no furniture last year, so I assume Majesty is living there permanently. While I was in the bathroom dreadlocks had set up a massage table next to the sofa and there was a foldable partition beside it, which served to divide the massage area from the rest of the living room. I commented that I had a massage in the bedroom last year and he simply replied,"We changed a few things but you'll have just as much privacy as before." If you recall, there was discussion about the folding closet doors in the bedroom held together with rubber bands, revealing a crack just wide enough for possible recording equipment to peer through, so I wondered just how much privacy I would get this time around since the folding partition in the living room had cracks between each panel wide enough for RECORDING EQUIPMENT TO PEER THROUGH. Dreadlocks then pointed to a paper sign on the wall next to the fireplace that stated,"You determine your experience. Donation here prior to service," with arrows pointing downward to a dish on a table, told me to get undressed and wait for Majesty. He disappeared and turned the room lights off. I got undressed and contemplated how much money I should leave in the dish. I had planned to do the half hour massage for $40 but couldn't decide how much to leave for a tip, so I put $40 in the dish and assumed I would discuss a HJ tip with Majesty. I laid down on the massage table and Majesty appeared a few minutes later in a T-shirt and panties. I noticed that she had gained a few pounds, nothing serious. I told her that it was nice to see her again but wondered aloud why the massage table was in the living room, not the bedroom. This is when I realized her demeanor had changed from a woman with a warm smile and personality last year into a nervous, paranoid witch.

Majesty: If you're not comfortable, you can leave.

Me: I'm fine, just curious why the massage table is now in the living room, that's all.

She then saw the $40 in the dish, turned to look and me and the conversation went straight downhill:

Majesty: I see you're just here for the half hour massage, nothing else.

Me: Well, since you didn't want to discuss extras on the phone, I thought we could discuss them when I got here.

Majesty (clearly agitated) : It seems you are NOT comfortable, you can't follow my procedure (leaving donation and appropriate tip in the dish) , so I am going to ask you to LEAVE!

As I paused on the massage table thinking about what she just said, I heard her voice in the darkness behind the partition,"I do not see you moving," meaning I was not getting up fast enough. WTF? I got up, got dressed and, as I was tying my shoes, I happened to see dreadlocks off in the darkness next to the partition watching me. I have no clue how long he'd been standing there but I made one last comment as I opened the door: "You two must have had some problems since last year because she's gotten paranoid." I left. When I got home, I noticed that my clothes still smelled like incense.

Bottom line is I sure as hell would not recommend Majesty to anyone. She clearly no longer has both oars in the water.[/QUOTE]

ESCORT ADVERTISEMENT AND WEBSITE DECODER.

Ultimate GFE. Has a good imagination.

I enjoy my work. A highly accomplished actress, fakes "O"s better than Meg Ryan.

Down-to-earth. Isn't high.

Energetic. Is high.

Discreet. Too disorganized to keep your personal information.

Outcall only. Has a car, lives in a motel.

Incall only. Doesn't have a car, lives in a motel.

BBW. Pick a fold, any fold.

I answer my phone. No computer.

E-mail me only. No phone.

Fill out my online booking form. You will never get an appointment, ever.

Punctual. +- 2 hours.

Educated. 5 years of high school.

Wants to spend time getting to know you. Kills as much of the hour as possible with idle chit-chat.

Appreciates tips. $200 for a no-touch dance, $300 more for FS.

Girl-next-door. Has a face like a basset hound.

Mature. Take her photo, add 15 years.

Classy. Washes.

University Educated. Bartending School.

Sensitive. Doesn't laugh at you to your face.

Loves meeting new people. She needs the money.

Lingerie available. BYO, she'll be more than happy to wear it.

Sensual. Turns the TV off.

Referrals required. Wants to gauge how skanky you really are.

Deposit required. Primadonna.

Sophisticated. Stops the action to take cell phone calls.

Blonde. Bad dye job.

Redhead. Wig.

Couples welcome. At least women usually wash.

Can bring a friend. Anything to get you off faster.

Smoker. 6 packs a day.

Non-Smoker. 2 packs a day.

Doesn't do drugs. That happens after the session.

Face obscured on site for privacy. Butt ugly.

Elegant Dinner Companion. A free meal is always nice.

Tight butt. No hips, ass looks like 14 year old boy.

B cup. BB's on a breadboard.

C cup. B cup.

D cup. C cup.

DD cup. Fat.

115. 140.

125. 150.

135. 160.

140+. A house.

New pics on site. Reviewers slammed her for dated pics.

I only take 1 appointment per day. The other 5 are just friends.

My car broke down. She has better things to do.

My email crashed, I lost everything. She has better things to do for the next week.

Retirement. She met a BF who doesn't like her job.

Coming out of retirement. She was dumped.

Holiday Specials. Kids need winter clothes.

Light Domination. You don't want FS? All the better.

If you seek a onetime experience, look elsewhere. Look elsewhere.

Nice apartment. Doesn't live in a motel.

A few piercings. Face and bod look like a pin cushion.

A few tats. More ink than bare skin.

Very accommodating. Speaks greek if you are less than 6", $100 extra.

Now independent. Too flaky even for the agency.

Genuine pics. Just not of her.

34-23-34. 34-32-40.

PC out

[QUOTE=Pcpc1688; 1562661]ESCORT ADVERTISEMENT AND WEBSITE DECODER.

Ultimate GFE. Has a good imagination.

I enjoy my work. A highly accomplished actress, fakes "O"s better than Meg Ryan.

Down-to-earth. Isn't high.

Energetic. Is high.

Discreet. Too disorganized to keep your personal information.

Outcall only. Has a car, lives in a motel.

Incall only. Doesn't have a car, lives in a motel.

BBW. Pick a fold, any fold.

I answer my phone. No computer.

E-mail me only. No phone.

Fill out my online booking form. You will never get an appointment, ever.

Punctual. +- 2 hours.

Educated. 5 years of high school.

Wants to spend time getting to know you. Kills as much of the hour as possible with idle chit-chat.

Appreciates tips. $200 for a no-touch dance, $300 more for FS.

Girl-next-door. Has a face like a basset hound.

Mature. Take her photo, add 15 years.

Classy. Washes.

University Educated. Bartending School.

Sensitive. Doesn't laugh at you to your face.

Loves meeting new people. She needs the money.

Lingerie available. BYO, she'll be more than happy to wear it.

Sensual. Turns the TV off.

Referrals required. Wants to gauge how skanky you really are.

Deposit required. Primadonna.

Sophisticated. Stops the action to take cell phone calls.

Blonde. Bad dye job.

Redhead. Wig.

Couples welcome. At least women usually wash.

Can bring a friend. Anything to get you off faster.

Smoker. 6 packs a day.

Non-Smoker. 2 packs a day.

Doesn't do drugs. That happens after the session.

Face obscured on site for privacy. Butt ugly.

Elegant Dinner Companion. A free meal is always nice.

Tight butt. No hips, ass looks like 14 year old boy.

B cup. BB's on a breadboard.

C cup. B cup.

D cup. C cup.

DD cup. Fat.

115. 140.

125. 150.

135. 160.

140+. A house.

New pics on site. Reviewers slammed her for dated pics.

I only take 1 appointment per day. The other 5 are just friends.

My car broke down. She has better things to do.

My email crashed, I lost everything. She has better things to do for the next week.

Retirement. She met a BF who doesn't like her job.

Coming out of retirement. She was dumped.

Holiday Specials. Kids need winter clothes.

Light Domination. You don't want FS? All the better.

If you seek a onetime experience, look elsewhere. Look elsewhere.

Nice apartment. Doesn't live in a motel.

A few piercings. Face and bod look like a pin cushion.

A few tats. More ink than bare skin.

Very accommodating. Speaks greek if you are less than 6", $100 extra.

Now independent. Too flaky even for the agency.

Genuine pics. Just not of her.

34-23-34. 34-32-40.

PC out[/QUOTE]Hilarious but very accurate!

[QUOTE=Niteluvr; 1562479]As you may recall, Majesty has been discussed at length here in the past when she first starting doing massages in an apartment off Satellite Blvd a year or so ago. I went to see her then and had a good experience; however, their was a report soon after that a guy had a confrontation there and punched Majesty's dreadlocked handler to the floor. After that, I couldn't seem to get an appointment with her and eventually gave up. Lo and behold, saw an ad today and didn't recognize her phone number or voice, but when she texted me the location I knew it was her. Keep in mind there were rumors that she'd been busted since my last visit, so I was curious if she'd act differently this time. If "different" and "paranoid" can be considered similar in meaning, she's definitely different now.

I knocked on the apartment door and was greeted by Mr. Dreadlocks (Note that I instantly noticed a strong odor of burned incense). He was as pleasant as last year and was about to hand me a clipboard to fill out personal info when I commented that I had done so last year when I visited. He put the clipboard away, I asked to use the bathroom and he led me to it, telling me to return to the living room sofa once I finished. As I headed back to the living room I noticed a lot more furniture in the apartment, including a piano, in comparison to no furniture last year, so I assume Majesty is living there permanently. While I was in the bathroom dreadlocks had set up a massage table next to the sofa and there was a foldable partition beside it, which served to divide the massage area from the rest of the living room. I commented that I had a massage in the bedroom last year and he simply replied,"We changed a few things but you'll have just as much privacy as before." If you recall, there was discussion about the folding closet doors in the bedroom held together with rubber bands, revealing a crack just wide enough for possible recording equipment to peer through, so I wondered just how much privacy I would get this time around since the folding partition in the living room had cracks between each panel wide enough for RECORDING EQUIPMENT TO PEER THROUGH. Dreadlocks then pointed to a paper sign on the wall next to the fireplace that stated,"You determine your experience. Donation here prior to service," with arrows pointing downward to a dish on a table, told me to get undressed and wait for Majesty. He disappeared and turned the room lights off. I got undressed and contemplated how much money I should leave in the dish. I had planned to do the half hour massage for $40 but couldn't decide how much to leave for a tip, so I put $40 in the dish and assumed I would discuss a HJ tip with Majesty. I laid down on the massage table and Majesty appeared a few minutes later in a T-shirt and panties. I noticed that she had gained a few pounds, nothing serious. I told her that it was nice to see her again but wondered aloud why the massage table was in the living room, not the bedroom. This is when I realized her demeanor had changed from a woman with a warm smile and personality last year into a nervous, paranoid witch.

Majesty: If you're not comfortable, you can leave.

Me: I'm fine, just curious why the massage table is now in the living room, that's all.

She then saw the $40 in the dish, turned to look and me and the conversation went straight downhill:

Majesty: I see you're just here for the half hour massage, nothing else.

Me: Well, since you didn't want to discuss extras on the phone, I thought we could discuss them when I got here.

Majesty (clearly agitated) : It seems you are NOT comfortable, you can't follow my procedure (leaving donation and appropriate tip in the dish) , so I am going to ask you to LEAVE!

As I paused on the massage table thinking about what she just said, I heard her voice in the darkness behind the partition,"I do not see you moving," meaning I was not getting up fast enough. WTF? I got up, got dressed and, as I was tying my shoes, I happened to see dreadlocks off in the darkness next to the partition watching me. I have no clue how long he'd been standing there but I made one last comment as I opened the door: "You two must have had some problems since last year because she's gotten paranoid." I left. When I got home, I noticed that my clothes still smelled like incense.

Bottom line is I sure as hell would not recommend Majesty to anyone. She clearly no longer has both oars in the water.[/QUOTE]I had a similar experience with her 6-8 months ago, posted about it. She wigged out. Unstable.

[QUOTE=Aaron Hamlet;1562712]I had a similar experience with her 6-8 months ago, posted about it. She wigged out. Unstable.[/QUOTE]Nite, indebted to you for saving me from a majestic catastrophe. I had intended seeing her this weekend.

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Does bbw have an alternative definition that I don't know about?

[QUOTE=Niteluvr; 1562479]As you may recall, Majesty has been discussed at length here in the past when she first starting doing massages in an apartment off Satellite Blvd a year or so ago. I went to see her then and had a good experience; however, their was a report soon after that a guy had a confrontation there and punched Majesty's dreadlocked handler to the floor. After that, I couldn't seem to get an appointment with her and eventually gave up. Lo and behold, saw an ad today and didn't recognize her phone number or voice, but when she texted me the location I knew it was her. Keep in mind there were rumors that she'd been busted since my last visit, so I was curious if she'd act differently this time. If "different" and "paranoid" can be considered similar in meaning, she's definitely different now.

I knocked on the apartment door and was greeted by Mr. Dreadlocks (Note that I instantly noticed a strong odor of burned incense). He was as pleasant as last year and was about to hand me a clipboard to fill out personal info when I commented that I had done so last year when I visited. He put the clipboard away, I asked to use the bathroom and he led me to it, telling me to return to the living room sofa once I finished. As I headed back to the living room I noticed a lot more furniture in the apartment, including a piano, in comparison to no furniture last year, so I assume Majesty is living there permanently. While I was in the bathroom dreadlocks had set up a massage table next to the sofa and there was a foldable partition beside it, which served to divide the massage area from the rest of the living room. I commented that I had a massage in the bedroom last year and he simply replied,"We changed a few things but you'll have just as much privacy as before." If you recall, there was discussion about the folding closet doors in the bedroom held together with rubber bands, revealing a crack just wide enough for possible recording equipment to peer through, so I wondered just how much privacy I would get this time around since the folding partition in the living room had cracks between each panel wide enough for RECORDING EQUIPMENT TO PEER THROUGH. Dreadlocks then pointed to a paper sign on the wall next to the fireplace that stated,"You determine your experience. Donation here prior to service," with arrows pointing downward to a dish on a table, told me to get undressed and wait for Majesty. He disappeared and turned the room lights off. I got undressed and contemplated how much money I should leave in the dish. I had planned to do the half hour massage for $40 but couldn't decide how much to leave for a tip, so I put $40 in the dish and assumed I would discuss a HJ tip with Majesty. I laid down on the massage table and Majesty appeared a few minutes later in a T-shirt and panties. I noticed that she had gained a few pounds, nothing serious. I told her that it was nice to see her again but wondered aloud why the massage table was in the living room, not the bedroom. This is when I realized her demeanor had changed from a woman with a warm smile and personality last year into a nervous, paranoid witch.

Majesty: If you're not comfortable, you can leave.

Me: I'm fine, just curious why the massage table is now in the living room, that's all.

She then saw the $40 in the dish, turned to look and me and the conversation went straight downhill:

Majesty: I see you're just here for the half hour massage, nothing else.

Me: Well, since you didn't want to discuss extras on the phone, I thought we could discuss them when I got here.

Majesty (clearly agitated) : It seems you are NOT comfortable, you can't follow my procedure (leaving donation and appropriate tip in the dish) , so I am going to ask you to LEAVE!

As I paused on the massage table thinking about what she just said, I heard her voice in the darkness behind the partition,"I do not see you moving," meaning I was not getting up fast enough. WTF? I got up, got dressed and, as I was tying my shoes, I happened to see dreadlocks off in the darkness next to the partition watching me. I have no clue how long he'd been standing there but I made one last comment as I opened the door: "You two must have had some problems since last year because she's gotten paranoid." I left. When I got home, I noticed that my clothes still smelled like incense.

Bottom line is I sure as hell would not recommend Majesty to anyone. She clearly no longer has both oars in the water.[/QUOTE]Thank you for this report. I had been considering a return. My visit last time was fine, but the vibe was really weird.

[QUOTE=Bmobyos; 1562831][url]http://atlanta.backpage.com/FemaleEscorts/dont-beat-yourself-treat-yourself-to-a-bbw-26/14375250[/url]

Does bbw have an alternative definition that I don't know about?[/QUOTE]I tend to call BBWs humongous fat bytches but the pics in the ad you posted are of a woman with a more medium build. If she's listing herself as a BBW it may be that those pics are old and she's gained sufficient weight since then.

I know the guys on the board don't really like the thick women, but I this chick had a nice plump booty, down to earth for the most part but most definetly not GFE got straight to tge point coverved everything. She was a little rushed as well but hey got what I came for and I will most def hit her up again if I'm looking for a quickie and not the overall experience!

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Does bbw have an alternative definition that I don't know about?[/QUOTE]My guess is that she was referring to herself as a beautiful black woman becuase her pics don't look like she's overweight.

I received an email the other day from "Candy Girl" or Candace with two nice pics and quoting outcall for 150 two hr 90 hour 60 half hr. I hadn't seen the pics before but apparently I had responded earlier to an anonymous ad from nearby Norcross. We had a little back and forth including a couple of phone calls. These were to her hotel phone after giving me the extension. She wouldn't give me her cell number until just before arrival. And oh, I offered to come to her if it would make things easier but she didn't want to do incall. We agreed on 130 for an hour outcall plus some unspecified time to get to know one another (I'm looking for a new local regular right now). And since I then realized I didn't have any change I gave her 140. It was well worth it. She's a very friendly nice looking girl with medium, all-natural boobs and a great ass. While new at the game, when it came to sex she knew exactly what she was doing. Nice clean DATY, mish, and doggie with lots of push-back. All the while she was furiously helping herself out, too. Don't know about BBBJ etc since I didn't ask. Multiples? Don't know either but imagine so especially at the 2 hr rate.

CE being what it is, her posts are quickly flagged so you may have trouble getting a response to her without your mail bouncing back (fucking CL). But with her approval, Senior Members can PM me for her email; she did ask me not to give out her phone, however. You'd also do well to send a pic with your email, I think. Her latest ad (yesterday) containing the pic below indicated she is in Cobb now.

I don't expect her rates to remain so low after she learns the game a bit more.

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Oh, you may want to ask her to tone the dress down a bit if you worry about nosy neighbors. She showed up in a *really* short hooker dress and 6-inch pumps. Now, I really don't give a shit what my townhouse neighbors think but I don't want to shove it in their face either. Just a minute before she arrived my neighbor was outside waiting for her little daughter's school bus. That wouldn't have been good. I was just dialing the girl to ask her to circle the block for a minute when I saw the bus come and go.