Heh… I’ll admit it — I had my doubts. You book a “young Chinese” girl and, nine times outta ten, you're gambling with the clock, ya know? Age is a tricky thing… it creeps in where it doesn’t belong. But Renee? Renee ain’t like the others.
She walks in — 21, maybe 22 — and she’s got that spark. That tight, tuned body like a well-strung violin, hummin' with youth and quiet confidence. Her menu’s short, sure… but what’s on it? Oh, she delivers. With grace. With style. Like she’s painting with a brush dipped in molten gold.
Will I be back? Heh… you bet your ass I will.
