Review by CHICOPUTZ, January, 2026
Jazzy has a new number. It's on the webpage, but is different from the one on the TER provider page. I had seen Jazzy several times years ago. We had never met at a motel; always in.a room that she rented in a large house. The sessions were typically rushed with a lot of distractions like other people milling around outside and sometimes knocking on the door or she would tell me that her next appointment was arriving. On one occasion, she wasn't wearing any of the wigs that she shows on her ad page. That freaked me out. The little stubble that was on her nearly bald head was enough for me to stop seeing her. On this night, pickings were sparse and I decided to try her again. I am glad I did. She was at a motel, a cheap one at that, and would be able to meet me at a convenient time. We made arrangements by text. I tried to remind her of who I was. I'm not sure I did, but by the time she opened the door, she definitely remembered. Her room was dark; so dark that I couldn't even tell that the only thing she was wearing was a bra. It was when we hugged that I realized my hands were all on her nice skin. She was wearing hair extensions with some sort of cap. I was no longer worried about her hair. I laid the contribution on a dresser and got undressed as she got music to play on her phone. We had a good time and I'll see her again.
