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Originally Posted by BLM69
The incalls don't matter to me as much as the actual session and attitude, just imagine a great incall and you're stuck with a grouchy cunt?
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I hear ya, but in a session where you're in the ballpark of your upper spending limit, whatever that number may be, you don't want to go to a hole in the wall dump, where you have to walk past a creepy guy on the phone (probably her pimp), stained carpets that smell like burnt ass, elevator is out. You get to her room and the curtains are all thin and smoky looking. Cheap, stained sheets that are thinner than a slice of low budget turkey meat. The whole place has that weird smell, that it takes two days to get out of your nose.