I'm a widower, I live by myself and being honest since I lost my wife I have these bouts of utter loneliness. The company of a nice clean lady really helps, oh sure the sex is nice but it's companionship that I really like. Last night I made a huge mistake, I ventured out and ended up in a shit house called Flowers,, you know the place I'm sure.
Calling it a shit house is being kind, this is totally my fault and my fault alone what happened.
I ended up with a thirty year old asian lady, flabby belly from surgery, could probably benefit from some dental work. My $ 200 for the hour was thirty two minutes, the woman couldn't get me out of there fast enough. Why didn't I exercise my options and just booted my stupid ass out of that fucking dump, all my fault not the girl's fault she's just earning a living.
The room was bloody awful, air conditioning unit stuffed with dirt towels water seepage staining the ceiling tiles yes indeed calling it a shit house is being kind.
Did I feel ripped off, sure I did, I drove home thinking about the options I had ,, and I certainly had a few. But that's okay, I thought about should I shouldn't I post on Perb ,, but it's an open site and it's called " review " and perhaps this might prevent some poor sod patronizing this disgusting fucking dump called Flowers.
The biggest issue with some of these places ( not all of them of course ) is lack of management, there is none. If you have a problem too fucking bad, we've got your money you have no recourse.
In any event that shit house will never see me again, my regular girl is back in town, she's fantastic and I couldn't rate her because the way she looks after this old sod is off the charts ,, have a good one everybody.
Calling it a shit house is being kind, this is totally my fault and my fault alone what happened.
I ended up with a thirty year old asian lady, flabby belly from surgery, could probably benefit from some dental work. My $ 200 for the hour was thirty two minutes, the woman couldn't get me out of there fast enough. Why didn't I exercise my options and just booted my stupid ass out of that fucking dump, all my fault not the girl's fault she's just earning a living.
The room was bloody awful, air conditioning unit stuffed with dirt towels water seepage staining the ceiling tiles yes indeed calling it a shit house is being kind.
Did I feel ripped off, sure I did, I drove home thinking about the options I had ,, and I certainly had a few. But that's okay, I thought about should I shouldn't I post on Perb ,, but it's an open site and it's called " review " and perhaps this might prevent some poor sod patronizing this disgusting fucking dump called Flowers.
The biggest issue with some of these places ( not all of them of course ) is lack of management, there is none. If you have a problem too fucking bad, we've got your money you have no recourse.
In any event that shit house will never see me again, my regular girl is back in town, she's fantastic and I couldn't rate her because the way she looks after this old sod is off the charts ,, have a good one everybody.
