Review by HOOZYADADDY69, April, 2012
I just got my tax refund and was feeling a little frisky. Work took me to the part of Marietta where Cream was located and she had a great special running. I called a few times and got voicemail. She eventually called me back and asked about LE. We agreed to an early evening meeting. She told me one nice hotel but when I called she was actually at the one across the street...which is close to being a dump. When I questioned her on this, she said it was for her protection. I suspect its to give her a little more cred. So I made my way up to her room and some tatted-up dude got on the elevator reeking of smoke. When I got to Cream's room, it was full of smoke. So I suspect the dude was her Manager Mister. The room was a train wreck...piles of clothes and old food wrappers everywhere. The TV was blaring. Cream was dressed in old ratty sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair was up in some kind of turban thingy...not an ounce of makeup. She again asked me about LE. Between the dirty hotel room, cigarette smoke,her appearance, the dude in the elevator...I decided to jet. Pretty sure I heard her call me a name as I opened the door to leave. STAY AWAY. No Cream here...only sour milk.
