girlwithquestions
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With the premature retirement of Chi-Chi at Fang-Fang and Sabrina temporarily in China, I'm finding myself a bit lost. And after a testerone shot at my doctor's this afternoon, the situation seemed bordering on the dire.
I called Omni on Parliament, an MP with good press here and "ladies of colour" at the oils and powders. My query was inauspicious: I could practically HEAR the woman chewing gum and rolling her eyes. Friendly she wasn't.
I called Marina's, too, because I'd been curious for a while. An excellent reason for visiting Marina's at 507 Danforth is that it's directly over Miga Sushi, a terrific little Japanese bistro whose four-course, $5.95 tempura lunch is one of the best deals in Hogtown-sur-Lac.
The voice on the other end was no more encouraging than Omni, a kind of croak with Chinese inflection. But, the testosterone pulsing through my veins, I elected to take one for the team.
Through the door and up the stairs, filthy carpet and the usual. But imagine my surprise when the lone masseuse, Wendy by name, answered the door.
Wendy is a tall, ranging Cantonese women with red-blonde hair and a strikingly lovely face, especially if you like the Julia Stiles look. One glance and I'd already lucked out.
The facilities are routine, but decent, with a shower at the end of the hall and lots of mirrors in the rooms. Wendy has been here for just two weeks.
Being an impecunious sort, I opted for the $25 half-hour special, all the while realizing the sting would show up elsewhere. It did, as $20 for the normally included HJ and another $10 for topless (no other options available).
The massage was mild and pleasant, with proper teasing on request, obviously nothing to match the thereapeutic ministrations of Chi-Chi or Sabrina.
On the other hand, the finish solved my dilemma (ohh, we guys are such wind-up toys), although with both hands wonderfully full, I didn't last more than 2 minutes. The total tab was $55. I'm not complaining.
One thing I will add is that anyone with a nipple fetish--and I mean nipples that start as large as BC cherries and grow to a full inch within seconds--will be more than happy.
Wendy from Guangzhou, with her red-blond curls and gorgeous Cinemascope smile, is probably not for everyone. But if she appeals to you, don't let her linger because business is plainly not good and who knows when the owners will pack it in?
I called Omni on Parliament, an MP with good press here and "ladies of colour" at the oils and powders. My query was inauspicious: I could practically HEAR the woman chewing gum and rolling her eyes. Friendly she wasn't.
I called Marina's, too, because I'd been curious for a while. An excellent reason for visiting Marina's at 507 Danforth is that it's directly over Miga Sushi, a terrific little Japanese bistro whose four-course, $5.95 tempura lunch is one of the best deals in Hogtown-sur-Lac.
The voice on the other end was no more encouraging than Omni, a kind of croak with Chinese inflection. But, the testosterone pulsing through my veins, I elected to take one for the team.
Through the door and up the stairs, filthy carpet and the usual. But imagine my surprise when the lone masseuse, Wendy by name, answered the door.
Wendy is a tall, ranging Cantonese women with red-blonde hair and a strikingly lovely face, especially if you like the Julia Stiles look. One glance and I'd already lucked out.
The facilities are routine, but decent, with a shower at the end of the hall and lots of mirrors in the rooms. Wendy has been here for just two weeks.
Being an impecunious sort, I opted for the $25 half-hour special, all the while realizing the sting would show up elsewhere. It did, as $20 for the normally included HJ and another $10 for topless (no other options available).
The massage was mild and pleasant, with proper teasing on request, obviously nothing to match the thereapeutic ministrations of Chi-Chi or Sabrina.
On the other hand, the finish solved my dilemma (ohh, we guys are such wind-up toys), although with both hands wonderfully full, I didn't last more than 2 minutes. The total tab was $55. I'm not complaining.
One thing I will add is that anyone with a nipple fetish--and I mean nipples that start as large as BC cherries and grow to a full inch within seconds--will be more than happy.
Wendy from Guangzhou, with her red-blond curls and gorgeous Cinemascope smile, is probably not for everyone. But if she appeals to you, don't let her linger because business is plainly not good and who knows when the owners will pack it in?