Exotic Escapes - no thank you!
When I went to Exotic Escapes Friday nite (to check the place out but not buy a session), the only therapist on duty was Kylie, a skinny, chain-smoking hag, late 30s or early 40s, with thinning blonde hair. Not exactly a turn-on for me!
I looked over previous posts about Exotic Escapes, and someone said they cut him short on time. Kylie said the only other therapist who works there is Brandy, formerly of Mirella's. I had a session with Brandy at Mirella's in 2005; I paid her for an hour but she only gave me a half hour, claiming that my "hour started the minute I walked into the building" not the minute she walked into the session room. Also, as I previously mentioned, Brandy just sat on her ass and did nothing for me, not even a massage for my $320 tip!
There was also a male bouncer, husky & bald, sitting in the lobby, although Kylie tried to convince me he was "a customer just visiting".
So I don't think I'll be going there for a session. Now that First Choice is closed Uncle Leo may have his eye on Exotic Escapes.
A Red Beacon Through The Storm
Mongnificons,
Geez...
Perspective....guys. We need a little down to Earth perspective here.
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I hope Santa slips a $ in your stocking, gives you a wink, tells you you've been a fabulously well behaved boy this year and in a hushed tone reveals what he wants you to get yourself this Xmas.
"Brown eyes, a beaming smile, and a bouncing yellow grip keeping gentle time with breasts - golden and light - swaying and supple."
Course, he'll have to wipe the drool from his bottom lip after this cause, didn't ya know(?), Santa loves them Asian girls too. Yeah ... thats right. You heard me. Must've caught sight of one of them sexy Eskimos babes all bound up in her furs floatin' around the North Pole or somethin'. He's never been right since. Then, that fat, pink cheeked, pale bearded monger with the fairy hat and red plush pimp suit will dart up the chimney. He'll jump on that bastard sleigh of his and turn on the ol' Claus World Computer. This site will be saved as a favorite and his swelled up horny fingers will click as fast as they can to it. He'll click right to this site to get the latest juicy info on our favorite sunny interludes. But instead what's he gonna find??? Not crucial details on how to best get his wrinkled nuts off while in the tender care of a dark haired oriental masterpiece.... oh - no ...no. But, fellow mongnificons quarreling over perceived length and light hearted burdensome metaphors.
Not naughty.
Not nice.
Not cool.
Now, see that jolly old elf ain't too keen on not getting his snowballs melted. I mean can you imagine the stress of his crummy job. Up friggin chimneys, down friggin chimneys. Having to snort Reindeer butt during every takeoff. Etc, Etc. Well, Saint Nick is gonna have to relieve that tension someway. So, he's gonna reach beneath that hard wood, hard ass seat he has to sit on all night and pull out his favorite leather whip. Now, believe me you don't want to be riding behind Rudolph after that whip cracking, blue balled maniac goes to town on his reindeer ass.
Now, which one of you gonna take the heat for kids not being able to tell which end of Rudolph is guiding Santa's sleigh through the storm come Xmas eve?
Huh... which one?
Ah, a bunch of Xmas haters - the lot of you.
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Perspective, gentlemen...
perspective.
Merry Christmas!