Attempted to visit Joanna this week. Excellent speedy coms, very friendly etc… and, sadly, not her. Must be an offsite maid.
Arrived at the location. Heart sank when I realised it was Emerald House, a veritable rabbit's warren of knocking-shop apartments. Snuck in OK, arrived at the gaff, and my heart sank again. The woman I met had no idea of who I was, how long I wanted etc, so clearly none of my earlier communication had been relayed. She was pleasant enough, but not convinced it was the same woman in the AW advert. I enquired if she was Joanna and she hesitantly answered yes. But not convinced. Shoulder length bleached blonde hair, big, saggy body…
I could hear voices in another room before she led me to a bedroom that smelt of the previous punter's armpits and nutsack and asked me to strip off and lay down on a grubby fleece blanket over the bed. At which point I made my excuses and left. To be fair, she didn't kick off and the resigned look on her face suggested she knew I'd sussed a bait and switch.
I suspect the real Joanna was in another room. On my way out saw two young guys being challenged by what I think was the buildings manager. "Where is your ID? Where are you going?" I snuck out fast.