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External Link/Members OnlyWasn't my first line, had to come back home after my phone ran out (in the Gay Village, of all fucking places) trying to get the flat number for my 1st choice(nightmare, she was gorgeous too), and find another one
Initial comms ok by phone, seemed well spoken and polite (never a bad thing, apparently). Arranged a meetup for later that night
Directed out to Digbeth, very dodgy even for a local. 3 people tried to sell me shit in the space of 15 mins, its like being in the Selfridges beauty department. Waited outside whilst she got ready (apparently 2 hours isn't quite enough to look presentable) and eventually let into the complex by someone else. As an aside, my car broke down where I parked it, in Digbeth.
Once in, waited again in the cold for about 35 mins (its now past 2am) whilst she took a shower. Directed me to the wrong floor, clocked which flat it was after seeing another punter leave. Opened the door, greeted by
SOMEONE WHO WAS CLEARLY NOT HER, although she looked viable so i just went with the flow. Introduced herself as Erica (surprised I remember, to be honest). Around 5'7", fairly tired and had a strange cadence I can only describe as Borat-esque. Lace gown, probably around a D cup with implants and a smatter of freckles like you'd find on a redhead. Asked her if she would wash and clean up (stupid? I'm a hygiene snob, sue me) after her previous client. Hilariously, she denied having seen anyone else prior (WHAT IS TO BE GAINED), but she caved after I explained that I literally just watched someone leave. Anyone who has walked past, or seen previous client leaving can marvel at the thought of the soul-crushing sadness they usually have in their eyes. Pretty funny.
Anyway, She came back 10 mins later (paperwork for 1h already done) smelling of old cigarettes and Listerine.
Very vanilla, although she was very pleased by my oral skills (I'm a champ). BJ skills comparable only to someone on life support for a traumatic brain injury, in all honesty. Only fucked in mish, came once and she started spouting bull (even whilst still inside her) about not being able to fuck and to hurry up, because her pussy is "broken" and it hurts because of "fucking". Now, I walk the earth healing the ailing and sick, and her pussy seemed plenty fine to me. This said, she did let me a take a couple pictures, for personal use (as stat doses of hilarity). After we were done, I explained to her how a human vagina works and why she was an idiot, all she could do was giggle. Many would now use the opportunity to wax poetic about how bubbly and giggly she was. After we were done, I opted for a quick shower (very nice mango shower gel and conditioner for the discerning gent). Again, my phone had run out of battery, so I asked very nicely if she would call me a cab or uber so I could get back to my own place. She declined very aggressively, stating "you're crazy, everyone is asleep" (past 3am now). Eventually I got dressed and left without another word.
Someone lives in a very isolated cum-bubble, I think you'll agree. I walked into town before I could find a cab near New St. Station. Still need to retrieve my broken mess of a car too.
All truth told, the experience was a waste of money (100/h), and all I have to show for it was having met some idiot who thought her pussy was broken. Seriously though, it may have been worth it for the comic relief alone.
In summary,
avoid at all costs (unless you like talking to braindead people, then go right ahead), although the apartment complex is very nice.