The original advert which I replied to is no longer available and the link is locked hard in drive jail on my old bricked laptop. Cover shot from that ad named Maya was all I needed to be all over this one.
External Link/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members OnlyLocation Irving Street. Birmingham. ULEZ.
Comms/Interaction Made contact via Whatsapp and asked for an evening appointment. Recognized the postcode as I've seen a few here before. Sent back a photo of the door and asked to send a picture of it on arrival. Knew the play so thought nothing of it. Arrived and took the picture and waited in the adjacent garage entrance. Noticed a man with phone out waiting to get in to the next door down the other side of the garage entrance. Get a text saying one moment. WTF you were just asking where the fuck I was?
Something in the back of my mind said look at the original picture. Oh fuck. I'd taken a picture of the door I'd been to many times. I actually wanted the door this guy was at. I'm tucked away so he can't see me. I text and say, oops I sent the wrong door but obviously I'm here but did you double book? She ignores me and asks me to send a picture of the right door. Fucking sending you another picture. She or some maid insists on this picture and I tell her are you going to give me the flat number or not?
Nothing for 10 minutes so I head back to my car. About to drive off and she text me saying, baby I'm at a new address, you coming? WTF. This is either the mother of all fuck abouts or they've got the girls and the addresses mixed up. She gives me a Newhall Street address not a million miles away but I don't trust em. I ask why send me to the first address? She apologizes and wants to know how long I will be and pestering me to come and I just text back not today baby.