Anyone see Alison at Panacea lately? I'm thinking about seeing her at the new location in Grandville. I'll TOFTT and report back. Just wondered if anyone has seen her lately.
Just wondered if anyone has seen her lately.
I still haven't found the time to see her yet but I plan to this week and I'll report back.
Stopped by to meet the new crew at seven day. Already miss Ruby. The girl I got was young and cute but the massage was not good. She was mid to late twenties and very small. I believe her name was mia. HJ only. 45 door 80 for topless HJ. Might repeat.
Took a trip to MD. Walked in got ready. No room, just went behind a divider thing in the main entrance, which I was initially worried about. Fortunately I heard the lady walk through and lock everything up before coming to me. She was nice, little bit of a belly, but not bad. No massage. Just went straight for the service. Which I'm generally okay with being that 9/10 times the massages are terrible. In and out easy. I know some would complain about the time shortage. I personally don't care as long as I get to pop. I don't like spending time in those places anyway. More chance of something bad happening. FS $$. 5. Including door fee. Overall though I've definitely had better experiences. Ill wait until they switch girls before trying again.
I did, it was good. Would go again. $.80 for it all, FS. Pics aren't very revealing but she does look like the pics. She just dyed her hair purple, if you're into that sort of thing. LOL. PM me if you have any questions.
I am not spring chicken but her ad looked familiar. She sent pictures that I know I received at least a year ago from a woman who had a private incall closer to downtown. From what I recall but looking to confirm is that people who visited her reported many rules or cold interaction like can't touch boobs or pussy. The rates in her ad were accurate and said if you want FS add $60 or you can have just FS for $180 so it's a little open ended and possibly negotiable. Her name wasn't Alex previously which is a flag to me for now. Someone doing massage and FS super late in a parlor sounds damn good though!
Both women in that ad are models and the pictures taken are from either their twitter or instagram. The blonde in particular has an OF and isn't based in MI.
There's been a trend of ads lately that basically go "I'm {insert name} and I used to work at {insert AMP}, but not anymore. ".
Another notable example is a girl that goes by Brooklyn. Exact same shtick, which is funny cause she used Supreme Massage, which is a well known legit, no HE parlor, that I personally frequent. A monger in the escort forum did a date with her and turned out to be a provider named Crystal, who may or may not be a Lisa Marie girl.
So at best, it's a LM girl that is most definitely not going to be either of the women in that ad and at worst it's just a straight scam.
Girl at the door was not the one in the pics. She said her name was Stacy. Petite and maybe Hispanic. Settled on price and service. When the festivities began, everything changed. She was not comfortable with. Anything except cfa and just laid there with minimal movement. Will not repeat.
I should have just walked when she opened the door, but she did have a nice body. I'm just not a fan of nipple piercings.
Sorry this happened to you. Thank you for sharing. Stay safe and thank you from the rest of us. Generally speaking, I find face and neck tattoos to be a no-go. Glad you made it out safely.
Anything after midnight and pre-5 AM is going to have a significantly higher threat level of getting robbed scammed or just dealing with some strung out f beach. One of those stupid learning curves for sure where you won't make that mistake again pretty sure we've all been there.
She moved back to Chicago, have you tried any of the other girls at Asian ivy?
She was my go to as well.
Do you know what spa and if she kept the name Lucy? I largely off AMP's in favor of fixed rate independents a few years ago after getting tired of language barriers and haggling but I do feel like scratching the old itch sometimes. Great massage is mandatory bc I'm not all about the levels. Thanks.
Sorry this happened to you. Thank you for sharing. Stay safe and thank you from the rest of us. Generally speaking, I find face and neck tattoos to be a no-go. Glad you made it out safely.
First off, I want to thank you all for laying the groundwork in this Protestant-ass town and creating an avenue where options exist, opinions are formed, values are debated, and life can be both calculated and driven by pure volition in the pursuit of pleasure. Many a fruit has been cultivated thanks to the commentary and pallate of this board for myself and plenty of others here.
Sadly, my first real contribution to the forum comes as a cautionary tale one meant for both newcomers and veterans of the hobby alike.
This morning around 4 AM, I spotted an ad for "Persephone. " You can already imagine the kind of commentary that name alone could inspire, but I digress.
We exchanged a few simple comms and agreed to meet near the A&L district. She was oddly insistent on an exact arrival time, supposedly to avoid crossing paths with her brother as he left for work.
When I arrived, I was greeted by someone who more or less matched the ad: t-shirt, black shorts, casual demeanor. She mentioned her friend was asleep on the couch but assured me that activity was "fine," then directed me into a seedy but allegedly "clean" room that, compared to some places in this line of work, honestly seemed adequate enough.
I handed over my Barry.
She then mentioned she needed to grab wipes "out of caution" and disappeared upstairs.
At this point, I'm sitting there fully committed to the inevitable visuals and outcome, only to suddenly be introduced to her capital-B "Brother" wearing a tacky Charlotte Hornets teal bowling shirt and pointing a rusted rifle directly at my temple.
He aggressively informs me that the woman upstairs is his girlfriend and demands to know what I'm doing there.
I gesture toward the door and calmly explain, "I was led into this room. ".
Hands raised, I keep my composure and slowly walk myself right back out the same way I came in.
In retrospect, I'm very glad I didn't have anything else on me.
As of now, her Charlie Murphylooking brother / boyfriend and likely duo accomplice in the ad itself have apparently been taking turns porch-sitting outside the place, hoping this incident disappears quietly into the void instead of becoming the very predictable, life-affirming warning story it deserves to be.
Alas, just go for the sure thing and stay safe out here, fellas.
This experience has properly motivated me to start writing about the things that really get the amygdala throbbing. I'll step off the soapbox now and reevaluate my risks.
First off, I want to thank you all for laying the groundwork in this Protestant-ass town and creating an avenue where options exist, opinions are formed, values are debated, and life can be both calculated and driven by pure volition in the pursuit of pleasure. Many a fruit has been cultivated thanks to the commentary and pallate of this board for myself and plenty of others here.
Sadly, my first real contribution to the forum comes as a cautionary tale one meant for both newcomers and veterans of the hobby alike.
This morning around 4 AM, I spotted an ad for "Persephone. " You can already imagine the kind of commentary that name alone could inspire, but I digress.
We exchanged a few simple comms and agreed to meet near the A&L district. She was oddly insistent on an exact arrival time, supposedly to avoid crossing paths with her brother as he left for work.
When I arrived, I was greeted by someone who more or less matched the ad: t-shirt, black shorts, casual demeanor. She mentioned her friend was asleep on the couch but assured me that activity was "fine," then directed me into a seedy but allegedly "clean" room that, compared to some places in this line of work, honestly seemed adequate enough.
I handed over my Barry.
She then mentioned she needed to grab wipes "out of caution" and disappeared upstairs.
At this point, I'm sitting there fully committed to the inevitable visuals and outcome, only to suddenly be introduced to her capital-B "Brother" wearing a tacky Charlotte Hornets teal bowling shirt and pointing a rusted rifle directly at my temple.
He aggressively informs me that the woman upstairs is his girlfriend and demands to know what I'm doing there.
I gesture toward the door and calmly explain, "I was led into this room. ".
Hands raised, I keep my composure and slowly walk myself right back out the same way I came in.
In retrospect, I'm very glad I didn't have anything else on me.
As of now, her Charlie Murphylooking brother / boyfriend and likely duo accomplice in the ad itself have apparently been taking turns porch-sitting outside the place, hoping this incident disappears quietly into the void instead of becoming the very predictable, life-affirming warning story it deserves to be.
Alas, just go for the sure thing and stay safe out here, fellas.
This experience has properly motivated me to start writing about the things that really get the amygdala throbbing. I'll step off the soapbox now and reevaluate my risks.
Until the next post, Mongers.
It totally sucks that this happened but I really appreciate that you took time to post about it so others are aware. By posting, you could have saved someone else from a really bad situation, or something even worse. Obviously it can be embarrassing, but we've all had a bad experience or two or three.
Unfortunately Kyrah is no longer employed at Panacea. At least, according to a mutual friend. I did take the opportunity to encourage using this hiatus to test the waters on an Airbnb or hotel with trusted, long-standing regulars. If anyone has her direct digits, please inbox me. I've only ever gone through the main shared line.
That aside, I am NOT a fan of the new ivanrest location. Only 2 rooms. 5 girls sitting in the waiting room. Can hear everything going on in that place during my session including mongers coming and going. How can they post walk-in availability when clearly there is not enough rooms for everyone. Hope they get a new spot soon.
Thanks,
Dj.
Kyra has relocated after her much needed vacation.
First off, I want to thank you all for laying the groundwork in this Protestant-ass town and creating an avenue where options exist, opinions are formed, values are debated, and life can be both calculated and driven by pure volition in the pursuit of pleasure. Many a fruit has been cultivated thanks to the commentary and pallate of this board for myself and plenty of others here.
Sadly, my first real contribution to the forum comes as a cautionary tale one meant for both newcomers and veterans of the hobby alike.
This morning around 4 AM, I spotted an ad for "Persephone. " You can already imagine the kind of commentary that name alone could inspire, but I digress.
We exchanged a few simple comms and agreed to meet near the A&L district. She was oddly insistent on an exact arrival time, supposedly to avoid crossing paths with her brother as he left for work.
When I arrived, I was greeted by someone who more or less matched the ad: t-shirt, black shorts, casual demeanor. She mentioned her friend was asleep on the couch but assured me that activity was "fine," then directed me into a seedy but allegedly "clean" room that, compared to some places in this line of work, honestly seemed adequate enough.
I handed over my Barry.
She then mentioned she needed to grab wipes "out of caution" and disappeared upstairs.
At this point, I'm sitting there fully committed to the inevitable visuals and outcome, only to suddenly be introduced to her capital-B "Brother" wearing a tacky Charlotte Hornets teal bowling shirt and pointing a rusted rifle directly at my temple.
He aggressively informs me that the woman upstairs is his girlfriend and demands to know what I'm doing there.
I gesture toward the door and calmly explain, "I was led into this room. ".
Hands raised, I keep my composure and slowly walk myself right back out the same way I came in.
In retrospect, I'm very glad I didn't have anything else on me.
As of now, her Charlie Murphylooking brother / boyfriend and likely duo accomplice in the ad itself have apparently been taking turns porch-sitting outside the place, hoping this incident disappears quietly into the void instead of becoming the very predictable, life-affirming warning story it deserves to be.
Alas, just go for the sure thing and stay safe out here, fellas.
This experience has properly motivated me to start writing about the things that really get the amygdala throbbing. I'll step off the soapbox now and reevaluate my risks.
Until the next post, Mongers.
I am sorry that happened to you. This is not the first robbery for this provider, she should be avoided at all costs.
Very interested in checking this place out, but I don't know who to ask for, and I hate playing the lottery. On here, I've read many of the girls are in their 50's, but barely any descriptions other than that. Anyone have any experience with girls there and can give more descriptions (age, body type, looks, etc) to tie to a name? Thanks!
I don't think there is ever more than one girl working here, unless you can persuade Lulu to come off the bench.
First off, I want to thank you all for laying the groundwork in this Protestant-ass town and creating an avenue where options exist, opinions are formed, values are debated, and life can be both calculated and driven by pure volition in the pursuit of pleasure. Many a fruit has been cultivated thanks to the commentary and pallate of this board for myself and plenty of others here.
Sadly, my first real contribution to the forum comes as a cautionary tale one meant for both newcomers and veterans of the hobby alike.
This morning around 4 AM, I spotted an ad for "Persephone. " You can already imagine the kind of commentary that name alone could inspire, but I digress.
We exchanged a few simple comms and agreed to meet near the A&L district. She was oddly insistent on an exact arrival time, supposedly to avoid crossing paths with her brother as he left for work.
When I arrived, I was greeted by someone who more or less matched the ad: t-shirt, black shorts, casual demeanor. She mentioned her friend was asleep on the couch but assured me that activity was "fine," then directed me into a seedy but allegedly "clean" room that, compared to some places in this line of work, honestly seemed adequate enough.
I handed over my Barry.
She then mentioned she needed to grab wipes "out of caution" and disappeared upstairs.
At this point, I'm sitting there fully committed to the inevitable visuals and outcome, only to suddenly be introduced to her capital-B "Brother" wearing a tacky Charlotte Hornets teal bowling shirt and pointing a rusted rifle directly at my temple.
He aggressively informs me that the woman upstairs is his girlfriend and demands to know what I'm doing there.
I gesture toward the door and calmly explain, "I was led into this room. ".
Hands raised, I keep my composure and slowly walk myself right back out the same way I came in.
In retrospect, I'm very glad I didn't have anything else on me.
As of now, her Charlie Murphylooking brother / boyfriend and likely duo accomplice in the ad itself have apparently been taking turns porch-sitting outside the place, hoping this incident disappears quietly into the void instead of becoming the very predictable, life-affirming warning story it deserves to be.
Alas, just go for the sure thing and stay safe out here, fellas.
This experience has properly motivated me to start writing about the things that really get the amygdala throbbing. I'll step off the soapbox now and reevaluate my risks.
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