Review by 1722063, August, 2017
I didn't leave happy after seeing this chic at the end of last month. I was browsing through BP one evening and text a few ads out of boredom. Stumbled upon this chic's ad and text her for her rates. Her rates seemed ok, I guess, but I wasn't too keen on paying it. She told me that she could come to me for a ridiculous outcall rate but I was like, yeah right-try some other sucka. I'm not giving that rate to any of these retards. She did tell me though that she would text me her incall address once she got settled and I said, sure. I wasn't really paying her any mind though, but 2 hours later I got a call from a number I didn't recognized. I picked up the phone and someone on the other end was with this "Hey baby, how you doing" nonsense. Chic sounded pretty fake and I wasn't really paying attention to anything else she had to say after I heard that, "Baby" nonsense. After getting off the phone with her, I got another text from her 15 minutes later asking if I was still coming. Oh boy. A thirsty broad. I still wasn't paying her any mind, but 10 minutes later I got yet another text asking for my Eta. Oh boy. She's definitely thirsty. I decided to go ahead and quench her thirst since she was on the east side where I was. Her motel though wasn't such a good one. She claimed her "brother" dropped her off at the motel and he doesn't know what's going on. Right. I got to her motel some 40 minutes and 5 more text from her later and let her know that I arrived. She gave me the room number right away and over to her room I went. There were also several people lurking all around the motel, but this motel is known for that. I knocked on her door and some light brown-skinned chic answered the door standing infront of it. I didn't recognize her as the chic in the pics as the chic in the pics looks much darker. She immediately asked if I knocked on the wrong door (weird?) and I said, "yes, my bad". She then closed the door and I walked my happy ass back to my car, ready to drive off on her ass. She called me as soon as I reached to my car and asked if I was the guy wearing the green cargo shorts and purple turtle neck sweater. Really? Yes lady, that was me. Ridiculous. She told me to come back again as I was at the correct door originally. Ok I walked back to her room and non-viper's, you can walk back to your granny's basement. Vip'ers, walk into