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Here’s another review for the BROTHELites.
First the meal: went to the late night TOPS restaurant near Kingsway / Rupert and had a light steak and caesar salad. Almost expected to see hitrack cruising Kingsway, and walk into here. Waited for the food to digest and then set out to do some mongering.
Most micro-brothels are discretely buried in nice, newer, apartments – one near you! But this one was at the back of an older appliance store, a veritable roto-rooter. Both windows were barricaded by criss-cross steel bars, exteriors sported old original spray stucco, and an old door retained a large glass peephole complete with stained mini awning. Hard to believe the ground floor! address location over the phone, even harder in person. Rather decrepit looking – it looked like a single-story, biker bunker clubhouse!
Inspired by Sony Playstation’s SOCOM Navy Seals 2, I did my stealth insertion after Friday midnight. Felt like a peeping Tom, I mean a Navy Seal, as I peered through the slits on the blinds and detected Oriental paraphenelia in the kitchen, and overheard Chinese chicas gossiping about wanted men: which Hamsterite that they were going to bag next!
With a sliver of courage to enter the gates of hell, I banged loudly on the door, before I noticed that I hadn’t seen the small white doorbell practically camouflaged onto the white door. Don’t you hate it when you overlook that? As always, I cover up the peephole, as the panic ensues behind the door.
In I go, the light bulb wattage must be about 15 watts incandescent, not compact fluorescents, which would make this the brightest lit of the establishments on Hamsterite micro-brothel row. It reminds one of the 1960s HAPPY DAYS kitchen, with a parlour style bedroom at the back east bedroom. Instead of skillfully luring me deep into the living room, the selection is made near the doorstep in the kitchen.
Definitely the most sleazy a monger could feel in quite some time, which is half of the fun. It gave me the Tijuana sleazy feeling. There are not one but two deadbolts to make sure the grooms do not run out of the chapel. Tamaree Mamasan introduces me to the other two girls in her lineup. Seeing my hesitation and doubletake, mamasan puts her salesmanship into high selling gear. I need to do those two other girls – like I need a sharp stick in the eye. It is no contest – I pick the mamasan! I groped her to test out her bra-fitting, a 38C, the kind of breasts that oppai would like.
Critics of under-priced SPs, start your typewriters! I only paid $135 / hour at this place.
L/A/S = 6/8/8 BBBJ, FS.
Contact given by e-mail.
First the meal: went to the late night TOPS restaurant near Kingsway / Rupert and had a light steak and caesar salad. Almost expected to see hitrack cruising Kingsway, and walk into here. Waited for the food to digest and then set out to do some mongering.
Most micro-brothels are discretely buried in nice, newer, apartments – one near you! But this one was at the back of an older appliance store, a veritable roto-rooter. Both windows were barricaded by criss-cross steel bars, exteriors sported old original spray stucco, and an old door retained a large glass peephole complete with stained mini awning. Hard to believe the ground floor! address location over the phone, even harder in person. Rather decrepit looking – it looked like a single-story, biker bunker clubhouse!
Inspired by Sony Playstation’s SOCOM Navy Seals 2, I did my stealth insertion after Friday midnight. Felt like a peeping Tom, I mean a Navy Seal, as I peered through the slits on the blinds and detected Oriental paraphenelia in the kitchen, and overheard Chinese chicas gossiping about wanted men: which Hamsterite that they were going to bag next!
With a sliver of courage to enter the gates of hell, I banged loudly on the door, before I noticed that I hadn’t seen the small white doorbell practically camouflaged onto the white door. Don’t you hate it when you overlook that? As always, I cover up the peephole, as the panic ensues behind the door.
In I go, the light bulb wattage must be about 15 watts incandescent, not compact fluorescents, which would make this the brightest lit of the establishments on Hamsterite micro-brothel row. It reminds one of the 1960s HAPPY DAYS kitchen, with a parlour style bedroom at the back east bedroom. Instead of skillfully luring me deep into the living room, the selection is made near the doorstep in the kitchen.
Definitely the most sleazy a monger could feel in quite some time, which is half of the fun. It gave me the Tijuana sleazy feeling. There are not one but two deadbolts to make sure the grooms do not run out of the chapel. Tamaree Mamasan introduces me to the other two girls in her lineup. Seeing my hesitation and doubletake, mamasan puts her salesmanship into high selling gear. I need to do those two other girls – like I need a sharp stick in the eye. It is no contest – I pick the mamasan! I groped her to test out her bra-fitting, a 38C, the kind of breasts that oppai would like.
Critics of under-priced SPs, start your typewriters! I only paid $135 / hour at this place.
L/A/S = 6/8/8 BBBJ, FS.
Contact given by e-mail.