Steven Seagal
01-02-2014, 05:59 AM
Lily’s Massage
300 Illawarra Rd.
Marrickville
Howdy Folks,
This is a review of Carla.
I know I can be a bit cantankerous, but really!
Am I a shit magnet or something? While I was walking down Illawarra Rd toward this establishment I was once again approached by a salty looking dude dressed in pseudo urban chic. There he was, wearing a red ,white and blue Aussie cap, unshaved, a couple of teeth missing, track suit pants hitched up with a rope and a surly manner. For reasons that will become obvious I will call him Smokie. The following interaction ensued:
Smokie; Hey buddy, how’s about giving me a smoke.
Seagal: Sorry, I don’t smoke.
Smokie: You don’t smoke?
Seagal: That’s right.
Smokie: So no smokes.
Seagal: (Pointing to across the street>) What’s that?
Smokie: A furniture store.
Seagal: Yes, and what are we standing in front of?
Smokie; A shop where they sell those Asian rolls.
Seagal: And what am I standing on?
Smokie: The footpath.
Seagal: Ok, close your eyes and count to ten.
Smokie: Why?
Seagal: Cause when you open them you will not see where I am, but where I was.
Smokie: What? Get fucked.
Seagal: Thanks I hope I do.
And Seagal moved one.
Well today I saw Carla. Carla is 23 and has that fresh faced Asian unit student look. She has a cups a trimmed pussy and a sweet face.
She has excellent English, as she is a unit student, but has limited massage skills.
I won’t give a blow by blow, but if you have two neurones connected to each other, you can also connect the dots in this one.
Extras were negotiated and I had a nice time with her. She is young and fresh and in some ways shy.
Like always, be a gentleman and gentle and all things are possible. In two trips here I have not had a dud punt.
After the event she showed me to the shower where I walked in on that guy the last time I was here. This time it was empty and she offered me a pair of thongs to wear going in. First of all, that shower was bloody flooded. It looked like I was on the Titanic and at the point the ship struck the iceberg. Carla offered me a pair of thongs to wear and folks I am size is 9 men’s and the thongs were 3 women’s in size. I couldn’t even get that toe I stubbed at Bellevue12 into them.
Anyway, as I am standing in a pool of water up to my ankles, I am thinking about all the possible foot diseases you could contract from a place like this. Not to worry, I shall probably have them all in due time. After the shower and back in the room I covered my feet in hand sanitiser that I always carry with me in a small bottle.
Am I a shit magnet or something?
As I was leaving a punter entered and the following exchange occurred:
Punter: Is she good? (Tilting his head toward Carla.)
Seagal: What do you mean?
Punter: You know . . .
Seagal: I don’t know ‘cause I am preoccupied with the book I am writing.
Punter: What’s it about?
Seagal: It called How to Mind Your Own Funking Business in Ten Easy Lessons.
Punter: You must have written another one on How to Be a Smart Arse!
Seagal: Now that’s funny!
And Seagal moved one
One punt on Station Street and two on Illawarra Rd and none were duds.
Well, I am behind in my reviews with Sasa and Nancy still in the pipeline.
Got to go now.
See you again soon.
Until that time folks . . .until that time.
Steven
300 Illawarra Rd.
Marrickville
Howdy Folks,
This is a review of Carla.
I know I can be a bit cantankerous, but really!
Am I a shit magnet or something? While I was walking down Illawarra Rd toward this establishment I was once again approached by a salty looking dude dressed in pseudo urban chic. There he was, wearing a red ,white and blue Aussie cap, unshaved, a couple of teeth missing, track suit pants hitched up with a rope and a surly manner. For reasons that will become obvious I will call him Smokie. The following interaction ensued:
Smokie; Hey buddy, how’s about giving me a smoke.
Seagal: Sorry, I don’t smoke.
Smokie: You don’t smoke?
Seagal: That’s right.
Smokie: So no smokes.
Seagal: (Pointing to across the street>) What’s that?
Smokie: A furniture store.
Seagal: Yes, and what are we standing in front of?
Smokie; A shop where they sell those Asian rolls.
Seagal: And what am I standing on?
Smokie: The footpath.
Seagal: Ok, close your eyes and count to ten.
Smokie: Why?
Seagal: Cause when you open them you will not see where I am, but where I was.
Smokie: What? Get fucked.
Seagal: Thanks I hope I do.
And Seagal moved one.
Well today I saw Carla. Carla is 23 and has that fresh faced Asian unit student look. She has a cups a trimmed pussy and a sweet face.
She has excellent English, as she is a unit student, but has limited massage skills.
I won’t give a blow by blow, but if you have two neurones connected to each other, you can also connect the dots in this one.
Extras were negotiated and I had a nice time with her. She is young and fresh and in some ways shy.
Like always, be a gentleman and gentle and all things are possible. In two trips here I have not had a dud punt.
After the event she showed me to the shower where I walked in on that guy the last time I was here. This time it was empty and she offered me a pair of thongs to wear going in. First of all, that shower was bloody flooded. It looked like I was on the Titanic and at the point the ship struck the iceberg. Carla offered me a pair of thongs to wear and folks I am size is 9 men’s and the thongs were 3 women’s in size. I couldn’t even get that toe I stubbed at Bellevue12 into them.
Anyway, as I am standing in a pool of water up to my ankles, I am thinking about all the possible foot diseases you could contract from a place like this. Not to worry, I shall probably have them all in due time. After the shower and back in the room I covered my feet in hand sanitiser that I always carry with me in a small bottle.
Am I a shit magnet or something?
As I was leaving a punter entered and the following exchange occurred:
Punter: Is she good? (Tilting his head toward Carla.)
Seagal: What do you mean?
Punter: You know . . .
Seagal: I don’t know ‘cause I am preoccupied with the book I am writing.
Punter: What’s it about?
Seagal: It called How to Mind Your Own Funking Business in Ten Easy Lessons.
Punter: You must have written another one on How to Be a Smart Arse!
Seagal: Now that’s funny!
And Seagal moved one
One punt on Station Street and two on Illawarra Rd and none were duds.
Well, I am behind in my reviews with Sasa and Nancy still in the pipeline.
Got to go now.
See you again soon.
Until that time folks . . .until that time.
Steven