Alicia had been on my FBSM HL for well over a year, thanks to a heads-up review from galloways …
My pleasure, galloways 
... I too very much appreciate your FBSM reviews. In fact, I believe it was your goodself that first brought Alicia (the now famed Thai masseuse in Angel) to UKP's attention ... I have yet to secure a session with her.
To date, I have failed to slip under her oily body and climax within her famed footjob, not for want of trying for the best part of a year …
Link:External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:Alicia never answered any calls, and would be slow to reply to texts. I soon realized that she was not an SP that I could feasibly book on-the-day, when opportunities arose, as is my usual practice …
Thanks for this extra intel, OP 
... I've been trying to book her for ages, but always call on the day and no-one picks up. I can now see that Alicia is one to be sorted out via text in advance.
I thus looked ahead in my diary to see when I had business around Angel, and slow back-and-forth texts eventually resulted in confirmed 60min bookings on
three separate occasions over the course of the last year.
Location:Alicia works from a pad, which is a 10min stroll east from Angel tube station. It’s on a quiet residential road. I sadly can’t describe much more, as I never made it off the goddamn road!
Looks:I can only presume she looks like these photos on UKP already …
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Services (lack of):After three
confirmed 60min meetings, I suffered three last minute cancellations …
Meeting 1 (Nov 2018)I texted on the morning of the booked meeting for that afternoon, just to confirm the postcode. Around an hour later, I received a text from Alicia … no postcode, but an apology that she was feeling sick and had to cancel.
Fair enough, I thought, these things of course happen
... I wished her a polite ‘Get well soon’, and promised to try her again.
Meeting 2 (Jan 2019)This was a lunchtime meeting, and I already had received Alicia’s postcode from the night before. I exited Angel station, and started making tracks to her pad. I felt a text buzz in my right trouser pocket … this was the closest Alicia got to moving my cock, as she was letting me know that she was feeling sick and had to cancel.
Hmm, I thought … benefit of the doubt … these things may happen
... I texted my disappointment, reminding Alicia that this was the second time I was missing out on her services. She apologized, and promised to make it up to me. I thus duly promised to try her again.
Meeting 3 (May 2019)Another lunchtime meeting, organised via text the day before. I actually made it to Alicia’s postcode this time, a few minutes early. I texted for her flat number … nothing … I texted on the hour of our planned meet … nothing … as I walked around the block, trying not to look suspect, I texted 5mins later … still nothing. No calls were answered either. By 15mins into my booked session, I found myself trudging back toward Angel station … and then feel that familiar Alicia text-buzz in my pants … you’ve guessed it … she was feeling sick and had to cancel!
FFS, I thought … these things do not keep happening
... I texted back my disappointment and indeed disbelief … asking her to be honest, and simply admit that she was either extending or dumping me for a regular. She didn’t, and claimed food poisoning from the night before. Bollocks, I thought, as she of course could’ve texted me to cancel that morning. In no mood to argue, I unsincerely wished her well … and promised not to try her ever again. She texted back a feeble “Sorry x”.
Conclusion:I am gutted not to have enjoyed
Alicia Thai Massage, as her FBSM sounds up right up my greased street. And I was gagging to sexperience her renowned footjob. However, as she has just informed LondonPunter90s …
... "I don't do this no more" ...
… I now have no
good reason to bother with her anymore. I really ought to have dropped this
Negative back in May, but I guess a weak-willed-glutton-for-punishment part of me hoped to try again … defo no longer … Alicia can fuck off!
