Review by 1722063, December, 2016
I almost f*cked up a bottle of Patron yesterday. This Patron here, I saw her yesterday on a whim. I was actually headed to the junk yard on the North side of town to get a part for an old van of mines. It started raining and I pulled into a gas station waiting for the rain to subside. My idle hands led me to the page as I started surfing for something in the area. I wasn't really planning on doing anything but texting around, but the devil beckoned me to this chic. I don't know why I always listen to that guy. I text her as I remember texting her a few months back, but never checked her out since she said everything was covered via text. I felt she was probably going to be a waste of time so I dismissed her back then. This time her rates increased, I have no idea why, but she was in a hotel right across the street from the gas station that I was parked at. Wow! How convenient. I asked her via text if she had a pimp and she nearly went off on me telling me that she didn't have a pimp. "What do I need a pimp for. I don't give my money to no niggah. I don't even have a man and honestly I don't want one. I love money", she said. Err. I wasn't feeling her response at all. Sounded like another one of those scorned black woman or one of those lesbian man haters. I've had quite a few experiences with those types and the outcome is usually negative. The devil's influence was very strong on this day as I found myself at her motel some 10 minutes later after that questionable text. When will I ever learn? I called when I got there and she told me where to park (yeah right) and that she would come outside her door, so that I could meet her. I got out of my whip and met some kinda old looking gal from afar standing in front of a doorway. Non-vipers, no more for you. VIP'ers, read on. Will I repeat, hell no!! This one was a waste as she wouldn't perform, but she got me for some of my funds and my supplies.