Steven Seagal
17-12-2012, 06:24 PM
Red Sunset
47 Sydenham Rd.
Marrickville
Marrickville
Phone: 02 95504633
This is a review of Jenny.
I was thinking again today how different the sex industry is from all other forms of business. I know I’ve talked about this before but it merits another look.
Punters will put up with things that they would never tolerate in a normal business transaction. Let’s first consider false advertising. Ok, for example, pretend I read in The Telegraph that United Airlines has a special deal where you pay for $800 for return Sydney to LA and 5 days accommodation in La-La Land. The ad says I must arrive at the airport in person to get my tickets. When I arrive the following conversation ensues:
Seagal: Here I am for my LA tickets mate.
Counter person: Here they are mate.
Seagal: (Reading tickets) These tickets say Hooterville, Arizona.
Counter person: Yep that’s what the tickets say.
Seagal; What the fuck is Hooterville?
Counter person:: Shady Rest Hotel, Uncle Joe and Kate and Sam Drucker .
Seagal: What?
Counter person: And you get to meet Arnold Ziffer.
Seagal: Who’s Arnold Ziffer?
Counter person: A pig and here’s your boarding pass.
Now if someone pulled that shit on us there would be all hell to pay. We’d start with Fair Trading and end up on Today Tonight and A Current Affair. We might even write to our local member.
Extrapolate this out to the sex industry. The Telegraph has an ad that says “20 hotties each shift all 18 years old”. I go out to the joint and see a dude with a bad haircut and a hag who is at least 81 years old.
Seagal: You told me over the phone there was a bunch of 18 years olds and I arrive to a hag.
Bad Haircut: I got the digits reversed. So what are you going to do?
Seagal: I will write my local member!
Bad Haircut: Why don’t you ask me if I give a shit or not?
SO I WRITE THE LETTER TO MY LOCAL LABOR MP
Ian ‘Davo’ Loophole MP
Parliament House
Canberra
Dear ‘Hon’ Loophole.
Re: Happy Ending Bordello, Split Lip, N.S.W.
The above agency, and it’s proprietors Abdul Dacca and Tommy ‘Ice Pick’ Gunn both fucked me over on 14/12/12. They advertised they had 18 year old girls for $150/60 and when I arrived they only had fat, 81 year old Ethel Merman. I told them this was all false advertising on their part and Tommy informed me if I said another word I would be wearing false teeth.
They then said I had two options. The first was to pay the $150 and spend a hour of bliss with Ethel. The second option was to pay a cancellation fee of $150 and leave.
When I asked them what they’d do if I refused to pay anything they asked if I had private health insurance and if I had a life insurance policy as a backup for my family’s financial security.
I chose Ethel and spent the next hour in a room cowering in the corner while Ethel kept telling me what a chicken shit I was.
I respectfully ask you to go down and visit these cunts with a couple of your ex-copper mates and sort their arses out.
Yours respectfully,
Steven Algonquin Seagal.
I don’t think this is going to happen. We keep silent about poor customer service and shonky characters. Why? Who wants their Aunt Kitty to see their face on TV and hear they are frequenting whore houses? Not me mate and I think not you either.
This brings us to Jenny.
When I arrived I was surprised to see an Aussie guy who appeared to be the chickenhead in the joint. This bloke had all the charm of a kick in the balls with steel toed boots.. He looked like all those guys you see on back of the beer trucks making a delivery. One guy does all the work. He is usually a burly character who picks up these huge kegs and flings them single handed in front of the pub. The second is our man who is a fat tub of lard who wouldn’t work in an iron lung. He looks like he has TB. TB? Yep, you guessed it, his torso looks like two combined beer barrel bellies. When we met the following conversation endued:
Beer Belly: Go to room 2.
Seagal: Who’s there?
Beer Belly: No one is there.
Seagal: If no one is there why do I want to go there?
Beer Belly: Because a lady will be there shortly.
Seagal: How about you let me see her first?
Beer Belly; (Sigh) Ok.
As I wait in the corridor I glance and see an Asian woman sitting in front of a computer, talking non-stop and eating at the same time. More food was falling out of her mouth than in it. There were more food particles falling here and there than raindrops before Noah and the Great Flood. If you want to know what she eats everyday just look at her blouse. Not a pretty picture folks.
In walks Jenny and there is something about her that I like straight away. She seems natural and not contrived.
Jenny is later 30’s, early 40’s with a sweet disposition and no English. Folks I mean the only English she has is condom.
She has B+-C breasts with nice nipples. Her face is attractive without being actually pretty. She has a bit of a tummy that one could put down to having had at least one bub. Her pussy was not trimmed, but not bad either.
While her service as only average, I had the feeling that, in spite of her age, she was not really an experienced WL. Her bbj was not one of a high standard and she seemed a lady who didn’t know her way well around a cock. (At least it wasn’t toothy.)
She did not do FOAM, (fake orgasm and moaning), and she did put out a effort for me to have a good time and became more active as the session progressed.
I enjoyed a bbj, covered sex in mish, doggie and cowgirl.
After the dirty deed finished we has 15 minutes of my hour left and she did a very good massage. This tells me she may actually be a massage lady who has moved into full service.
I liked her but will not see her again as there are so many more ladies out there as yet unreviewed
So, another punt bites the dust.
All I have to say now is;
Until that time folks . . .until that time.
Steven
47 Sydenham Rd.
Marrickville
Marrickville
Phone: 02 95504633
This is a review of Jenny.
I was thinking again today how different the sex industry is from all other forms of business. I know I’ve talked about this before but it merits another look.
Punters will put up with things that they would never tolerate in a normal business transaction. Let’s first consider false advertising. Ok, for example, pretend I read in The Telegraph that United Airlines has a special deal where you pay for $800 for return Sydney to LA and 5 days accommodation in La-La Land. The ad says I must arrive at the airport in person to get my tickets. When I arrive the following conversation ensues:
Seagal: Here I am for my LA tickets mate.
Counter person: Here they are mate.
Seagal: (Reading tickets) These tickets say Hooterville, Arizona.
Counter person: Yep that’s what the tickets say.
Seagal; What the fuck is Hooterville?
Counter person:: Shady Rest Hotel, Uncle Joe and Kate and Sam Drucker .
Seagal: What?
Counter person: And you get to meet Arnold Ziffer.
Seagal: Who’s Arnold Ziffer?
Counter person: A pig and here’s your boarding pass.
Now if someone pulled that shit on us there would be all hell to pay. We’d start with Fair Trading and end up on Today Tonight and A Current Affair. We might even write to our local member.
Extrapolate this out to the sex industry. The Telegraph has an ad that says “20 hotties each shift all 18 years old”. I go out to the joint and see a dude with a bad haircut and a hag who is at least 81 years old.
Seagal: You told me over the phone there was a bunch of 18 years olds and I arrive to a hag.
Bad Haircut: I got the digits reversed. So what are you going to do?
Seagal: I will write my local member!
Bad Haircut: Why don’t you ask me if I give a shit or not?
SO I WRITE THE LETTER TO MY LOCAL LABOR MP
Ian ‘Davo’ Loophole MP
Parliament House
Canberra
Dear ‘Hon’ Loophole.
Re: Happy Ending Bordello, Split Lip, N.S.W.
The above agency, and it’s proprietors Abdul Dacca and Tommy ‘Ice Pick’ Gunn both fucked me over on 14/12/12. They advertised they had 18 year old girls for $150/60 and when I arrived they only had fat, 81 year old Ethel Merman. I told them this was all false advertising on their part and Tommy informed me if I said another word I would be wearing false teeth.
They then said I had two options. The first was to pay the $150 and spend a hour of bliss with Ethel. The second option was to pay a cancellation fee of $150 and leave.
When I asked them what they’d do if I refused to pay anything they asked if I had private health insurance and if I had a life insurance policy as a backup for my family’s financial security.
I chose Ethel and spent the next hour in a room cowering in the corner while Ethel kept telling me what a chicken shit I was.
I respectfully ask you to go down and visit these cunts with a couple of your ex-copper mates and sort their arses out.
Yours respectfully,
Steven Algonquin Seagal.
I don’t think this is going to happen. We keep silent about poor customer service and shonky characters. Why? Who wants their Aunt Kitty to see their face on TV and hear they are frequenting whore houses? Not me mate and I think not you either.
This brings us to Jenny.
When I arrived I was surprised to see an Aussie guy who appeared to be the chickenhead in the joint. This bloke had all the charm of a kick in the balls with steel toed boots.. He looked like all those guys you see on back of the beer trucks making a delivery. One guy does all the work. He is usually a burly character who picks up these huge kegs and flings them single handed in front of the pub. The second is our man who is a fat tub of lard who wouldn’t work in an iron lung. He looks like he has TB. TB? Yep, you guessed it, his torso looks like two combined beer barrel bellies. When we met the following conversation endued:
Beer Belly: Go to room 2.
Seagal: Who’s there?
Beer Belly: No one is there.
Seagal: If no one is there why do I want to go there?
Beer Belly: Because a lady will be there shortly.
Seagal: How about you let me see her first?
Beer Belly; (Sigh) Ok.
As I wait in the corridor I glance and see an Asian woman sitting in front of a computer, talking non-stop and eating at the same time. More food was falling out of her mouth than in it. There were more food particles falling here and there than raindrops before Noah and the Great Flood. If you want to know what she eats everyday just look at her blouse. Not a pretty picture folks.
In walks Jenny and there is something about her that I like straight away. She seems natural and not contrived.
Jenny is later 30’s, early 40’s with a sweet disposition and no English. Folks I mean the only English she has is condom.
She has B+-C breasts with nice nipples. Her face is attractive without being actually pretty. She has a bit of a tummy that one could put down to having had at least one bub. Her pussy was not trimmed, but not bad either.
While her service as only average, I had the feeling that, in spite of her age, she was not really an experienced WL. Her bbj was not one of a high standard and she seemed a lady who didn’t know her way well around a cock. (At least it wasn’t toothy.)
She did not do FOAM, (fake orgasm and moaning), and she did put out a effort for me to have a good time and became more active as the session progressed.
I enjoyed a bbj, covered sex in mish, doggie and cowgirl.
After the dirty deed finished we has 15 minutes of my hour left and she did a very good massage. This tells me she may actually be a massage lady who has moved into full service.
I liked her but will not see her again as there are so many more ladies out there as yet unreviewed
So, another punt bites the dust.
All I have to say now is;
Until that time folks . . .until that time.
Steven