I am 100% sure was her, her 2nd floor apartment was in some shitty plaza (at Pharmacy and Lawrence that looked straight out of Afghanistan If I can exaggerate a bit) and she had a really girly voice, and her services matched up to her reviews (she did some "prostate massage" which was putting her gloved finger up my butt while she blew me in the chair next to the bed, I mean my butt is pretty tight cause I am guy right, so a standing prostate massage isn't going to get me off), she also let me facefuck her (honestly I wasn't into that kind of sex, and my dick wasn't even fully hard to due not feeling much with the condom on).
Anyways, I mean I could say she at least tried to provide good service, and when I left her apartment and looked at my texts when I pulled out my phone it was only then that I realized that she did say the price in the text was for BBBJ and not CBJ that she provided, so I was ripped off. When I first spoke to her in the room she said it was an extra $20 for a BBBJ and I cheaped out and didn't go for it, looking back maybe I should have just paid the extra $20, but I don't think that would have mattered anyways and I don't mean to sound sour when I write this but I didn't find her all that attractive facially and she didn't even take off her clothes so I couldn't get turned on even by that, but it is not like that mattered much as she didn't let me turn up the lights to see her in the room.
So overall it was a waste of money and a waste of time to go visit her as she lived in Scarb and I had to take the Vic park bus up and it was a 2 hour trip for overall, it was a waste of a Saturday afternoon and when shit like this happens I question my life choices because I feel like I should be doing more in my life instead of seeing lame hookers in random