What a fucking disaster Mr Starved. You did the right thing.
In a recent moment of weakness and adventure, I organised a private in Burwood -- $250 an hour with all the diamond trimmings. Looked great in the Locanto advert. Claimed to be 24. I thought the 250 price tag would insulate me from the fakes. I know, I know...
Arrive at the address, did the texting blah, blah, and was buzzed into the building. Got to the apartment, and a plump woman aged 40-plus opens the door. I can be so naive sometimes, I thought she was the mamasan. She pointed to a room off the loungeroom.
"I want to meet Meggie please," I said.
"I Meggie."
I showed her the shots in the ad and walked straight past her as she was saying "That's my picture."
Fark!