Cut and paste of a respected reviewer's comments upon Poppy:
If visiting Poppy one should acquaint oneself with some of the customs and more interesting facets of this delightful place. So for example do not be alarmed if, on arrival at Poppy, you are greeted by the lady pleasuring herself with a gigantic pink vibrator - indeed, the correct reaction is to dive in, tongue first and help her reach Nirvana.
It’s as well to learn the lingua franca of Poppy, if only a few basic phrases for the hour or so you will be there. So for example ‘Dirty Fucker’ = ‘Go ahead with what you were planning’. ‘Cunt’ = ‘Lick harder’. ‘Dirty Fucking Cunt ‘ = ‘Harder’ but essentially, it’s an easy language to pick up, especially if you are a docker by trade.
The topography of Poppy is visually stunning. Some may argue this was artificially created but oh that her plastic surgeon was some kind of Michaelanglo, with the libido of the average male in mind when he created what Poppy may well describe as her ‘top bollocks’.
When time and funds allow, a two-resort visit will be arranged with her exotic (and erotic) playmate Kirsty, especially after having seen the two-foot long riot-control mechanism these two go in for (at least I assume it was some kind of a truncheon, since the last time I saw anything like THAT wielded in anger, it was by the Metropolitan Police on stroppy G8 protestors)
If visiting Poppy, you simply must engage her in chat, in addition to visiting the more obvious attractions for which this destination is known.
Finally of course, the current exchange rate is a breath-taking £200-to-one hour of perfection.