Strong negative
Geovana_Brazilian
External Link/Members OnlyPR1 Area, New Hall Lane, abutting a certain German-founded supermarket. My second time here, both experiences lousy, but this was the worst of the two.
The AW pictures show a moderately attractive, if rather heavily build latina of apparently mostly European descent. I arrived and walked in to a poorly lit hall area, but it was immediately clear that the person greeting me with so much surlyness was not the one I'd seen advertised. I've often enough encouraged people here who encounter B&S to do an immediate about turn, to show those who mess us around that there's a cost they must bear for doing so. In the split-second after I asked if she was Geovana (she replied 'yes'), I made entirely the wrong decision myself, and lost £80, and the chance of a morning squeeze in consequence.
I heard two other females in what must've been the living room of the dark, dingy flat. Moving into the unmade-up bedroom (complete with visibly stained sheets) the light was a little clearer, and instead of a thicc, attractive woman, I could now see an outright heffalump, probably clinically obese, of much darker, mottled complexion. I tried to be pleasant, but nothing came of it. She began the most half-hearted OWO, but it was so shamefully indolent that I got up to dress before it was half way through. I've always advocated that too, so this wasn't entirely a let-down of standards.
I made it clear I was unhappy that she was not the person in the pictures. What had previously been her not very good English, suddenly became a stream of loudly enunciated Portuguese. She told me I could have left at the outset. I have to hand it to her: indeed I could have and should have. I requested some money back, as the I'd been B&sed, and scarcely 15 minutes had elapsed from my 1/2 hour (itself cut short from the hour I'd have otherwise taken, had I not been so unimpressed) - alas, unsuccessfully.
It was a shitty, boring experience, but I determined not to let it spoil my day. I'm lucky to have a good life, and whichever dame they foisted on me, is clearly a miserable self-loather - and I'm thrilled I don't have her life, much less her job.
Reflecting on her poor English and a number of other tell-tale behavioural signs that slowly began to dawn on me*, it seemed unlikely that she could've arrived in the UK legitimately, had a normal job, family here, or else was on holiday in sunny Preston. Far more likely that she and the other girls are, in effect, trafficked. With that in mind, for better or worse, I filed a Crimestoppers report, and inwardly wished Serginho a most interesting week.
Hard swerve.
NB: the pictures currently featured, are not the ones I saw on the day, but do depict a similar woman - perhaps the same, but in different poses. Neither resembled the person I met.