The name used was Mya or Maya. She mentioned she was 25. 5'7" 120. 1/2 Jamaican 1/2 Canadian.
Went in and the place was a mess. Holes punched in doors and stuff everywhere. She didn't look too bad. She looked like she took showers and had a decent body in tight jeans.
I'm led to the back room for FS for $120. I give her the money. She leaves the room to get a condom. I then hear some guys talking. 30 seconds later I hear her say "Is the guy still in the room". A methhead peers in and says "yes he's still here." She yells "I'm not a ho. Your not fucking me."
I'm there with a WTF? She rattles off saying her boyfriend is just on his way home. I walk out the room and head to the door. I notice another methhead in another room. She adds again to leave because her boyfriend is coming home and his name is Boogaloo. I mention I know a Boogaloo. The one I know is Electric Boogaloo. I'm not sure she heard me as I Electric Boogalooed out the door.
I felt like punching something or knocking something over or throwing a brick through the window. As a guy who has pooned I know that losing $120 quietly is the right thing to do. A situation like that has little chance of getting better.
The address was 1*** Penrith Crescent. I'll post up the phone number as well when I find the paper I wrote it on.
I Am.
Going to Poon Again.
SlimShady.
Went in and the place was a mess. Holes punched in doors and stuff everywhere. She didn't look too bad. She looked like she took showers and had a decent body in tight jeans.
I'm led to the back room for FS for $120. I give her the money. She leaves the room to get a condom. I then hear some guys talking. 30 seconds later I hear her say "Is the guy still in the room". A methhead peers in and says "yes he's still here." She yells "I'm not a ho. Your not fucking me."
I'm there with a WTF? She rattles off saying her boyfriend is just on his way home. I walk out the room and head to the door. I notice another methhead in another room. She adds again to leave because her boyfriend is coming home and his name is Boogaloo. I mention I know a Boogaloo. The one I know is Electric Boogaloo. I'm not sure she heard me as I Electric Boogalooed out the door.
I felt like punching something or knocking something over or throwing a brick through the window. As a guy who has pooned I know that losing $120 quietly is the right thing to do. A situation like that has little chance of getting better.
The address was 1*** Penrith Crescent. I'll post up the phone number as well when I find the paper I wrote it on.
I Am.
Going to Poon Again.
SlimShady.
