Review by THEBOTTOMLINE, August, 2003
Sometimes, things just don't feel right and this was the case with Remy. I was supposed to meet her mid evening, but when I drove to the sleazy motel to wait, she had not yet arrived. Two police cars were in the lot, though, as were several street whores who were calling to me. Creepy and low-class. Anyways, I had driven a long way and upon calling her room-mate (who was the communicator), got assurances that all was okay. Eventually, she popped into my car with her driver hovering behind. Her driver asked for money for a room--a bit unprofessional but I played along.