Saw their ad in The Chronicle (April 29/09) and went this evening (May 02). This won't be a repeat, as, while the location was clean enough, and I was offered a shot of cognac and 2 chocolates upon entering, Gorbachev's secretary of the penis might have been cute when she was a hostess at the 1980 Olympic Games, but no longer. The massage was passable (6/10), and there was significant anal teasing, but the thought of Madama Babouchka touching the Mellontip wasn't doing it for me at all, I had to think and think and think of the old photostudio17 teen models to get it up. She also made a rather weird comment when I entered, that I looked like Jeremy Ronsheim, the porn actor from Columbus, Indiana. While I might normally be flattered to be compared to a porn actor, it didn't do it for me that the one she thought reminded her of me was one best known for doing father-son/mother-daughter duos and who was arrested last Christmas for beating up his girlfriend who was half his age. I gave her $20 for having stroked the Izvestia Cup and I left to have a honey-glazed at Tim Hortons.