I can paint a picture. I make my way to the incall older building right in the heart of walley. Whatever no big deal, get inside the building and im looking for the suite, usually a simple task. I walk up and down the hall and i cant find the number, wtf? Then i find it, i swear its a janitors closet that was made into one room. (Reminded me of that Seinfeld episode) opens the door and i can see the bed, and her, my gut said substance issues. My reaction was a instant walk with no guilt whatsoever.
Picture painted, take from it what you will. Still interested go for it.
