time massage and day spa

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I had a booking with Catherine and damn she gives a legitimate great massage. There isn't much teasing until right at the end but I find that pretty common. She is quite petite and I find her attractive. I feel like if I saw her outside of the massage shop I would not think she works there. I got a body slide for the expected price and she was very enthusiastic. Was a great time.

late 20s, short, firm gym-fit build. Nice smile, very friendly, good English, likes a laugh. Very good firm massage with lots of subtle TT. NHJ 2 pines, with touching allowed but somewhat reluctantly below the waste.

This place gets a lot of interstate and overseas visitors, so service levels can vary. Girls from other shops work here.

I recently saw Eva. I think it might actually be her in the photo they post. Very similar anyway. She looks early-mid 20's and is in great shape. Plenty of good TT throughout the massage. I think she may have implants but I was too busy with her ass which was great to feel. She has a fun personality, prices were in the expected range, I don't do FS so I am not sure if she offers that or not.

Has anyone seen any of the new faces here - Elaine, Jenny, Ivy, Bonnie? I saw Tia recently and had a good time, although none of the more outlandish service that was previously described... it was a good massage and she was generous with touch. Would see again, but always keen to try someone new.

Any recent reports here?
Quite a lot of turnover

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Originally Posted by riversite15

Visited this shop twice last week, seen Chinese M and Viet T. Happy to exchange intel via PM

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Happy for more intel if you don't mind kind sir.

Candy- A Thai Goddess

Some days deliver the sort of pleasure you would like to bottle and sell for a healthy profit. Other days, well, let’s just say expectations and outcomes part ways like uneasy allies at dawn. This was decidedly the latter.

I try not to be God's gift, despite evidence to the contrary.
Many a time the praise about my width and length has had some poor lady frightened and others drooling.

A visit to an old haunt. Time, tucked along Mary Street, introduced me to Candy. A charming name, though her disposition suggested something with a bit more spice. She appeared with an easy smile, a hint of mischief, a couple of dimples and the sort of presence that suggests she knows exactly the effect she has on a room.

The massage was that of a Thai goddess, hit the right places and followed instructions to a T. Her scent reminded me of the orchids of Udon Thani. The next phase was underway.

But anticipation is a dangerous thing. It builds castles when there are only townhouses. As the encounter drifted toward its inevitable conclusion, it became clear that enthusiasm was not entirely mutual. Plan B was required. Expectations needed management. My size came back to haunt me as I discussed the conclusion to our adventure.

We agreed on a lesser course of arrangement.
Shame, the lead-up where I embraced her delicate orchid with a ravenous tongue was a feast to behold. Her attack on my ample member had her eyes watering as she struggled to devour my engorged phallus. She did her best, but in the end, said her jaw hurt and an alternate finish was required.

And so, what might have been a banquet became a modest supper. Perfectly serviceable, but lacking that final, indulgent flourish one hopes for when the evening begins.
Still, one learns and adapts. If nothing else, one leaves with a story.

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Originally Posted by Reddington

Candy- A Thai Goddess

Some days deliver the sort of pleasure you would like to bottle and sell for a healthy profit. Other days, well, let’s just say expectations and outcomes part ways like uneasy allies at dawn. This was decidedly the latter.

I try not to be God's gift, despite evidence to the contrary.
Many a time the praise about my width and length has had some poor lady frightened and others drooling.

A visit to an old haunt. Time, tucked along Mary Street, introduced me to Candy. A charming name, though her disposition suggested something with a bit more spice. She appeared with an easy smile, a hint of mischief, a couple of dimples and the sort of presence that suggests she knows exactly the effect she has on a room.

The massage was that of a Thai goddess, hit the right places and followed instructions to a T. Her scent reminded me of the orchids of Udon Thani. The next phase was underway.

But anticipation is a dangerous thing. It builds castles when there are only townhouses. As the encounter drifted toward its inevitable conclusion, it became clear that enthusiasm was not entirely mutual. Plan B was required. Expectations needed management. My size came back to haunt me as I discussed the conclusion to our adventure.

We agreed on a lesser course of arrangement.
Shame, the lead-up where I embraced her delicate orchid with a ravenous tongue was a feast to behold. Her attack on my ample member had her eyes watering as she struggled to devour my engorged phallus. She did her best, but in the end, said her jaw hurt and an alternate finish was required.

And so, what might have been a banquet became a modest supper. Perfectly serviceable, but lacking that final, indulgent flourish one hopes for when the evening begins.
Still, one learns and adapts. If nothing else, one leaves with a story.

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AI generated slop, can you actually let us know if she gives a decent bbbj cim ? Swallow , likes it from behind ? Arse slapping ? Ffs .

I saw Kira here on her most recent shift. Lovely girl, friendly, very attractive, mid-late 20's probably. But completely absent massage, just no idea what to do at all. No technique, obviously no practice, I suspect zero training. For a 1hr massage, I was very disappointed. No TT until she'd decided the 'massage' was over, which was after 30 minutes of limply touching random parts of my body. Went for 50 only, again not much technique, not exactly unenthusiastic but certainly impatient. No front massage, no head massage. Finished up short of the hour - not really worth asking her to continue.

Potential with training, but atm, avoid.

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Originally Posted by Reddington

Candy- A Thai Goddess

Some days deliver the sort of pleasure you would like to bottle and sell for a healthy profit. Other days, well, let’s just say expectations and outcomes part ways like uneasy allies at dawn. This was decidedly the latter.

I try not to be God's gift, despite evidence to the contrary.
Many a time the praise about my width and length has had some poor lady frightened and others drooling.

A visit to an old haunt. Time, tucked along Mary Street, introduced me to Candy. A charming name, though her disposition suggested something with a bit more spice. She appeared with an easy smile, a hint of mischief, a couple of dimples and the sort of presence that suggests she knows exactly the effect she has on a room.

The massage was that of a Thai goddess, hit the right places and followed instructions to a T. Her scent reminded me of the orchids of Udon Thani. The next phase was underway.

But anticipation is a dangerous thing. It builds castles when there are only townhouses. As the encounter drifted toward its inevitable conclusion, it became clear that enthusiasm was not entirely mutual. Plan B was required. Expectations needed management. My size came back to haunt me as I discussed the conclusion to our adventure.

We agreed on a lesser course of arrangement.
Shame, the lead-up where I embraced her delicate orchid with a ravenous tongue was a feast to behold. Her attack on my ample member had her eyes watering as she struggled to devour my engorged phallus. She did her best, but in the end, said her jaw hurt and an alternate finish was required.

And so, what might have been a banquet became a modest supper. Perfectly serviceable, but lacking that final, indulgent flourish one hopes for when the evening begins.
Still, one learns and adapts. If nothing else, one leaves with a story.

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Is this Candy the same one who works at Touch/Daily day spa?

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Originally Posted by rojerramjet

AI generated slop, can you actually let us know if she gives a decent bbbj cim ? Swallow , likes it from behind ? Arse slapping ? Ffs .

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Ahhh my poor retarded brethren.

Some of us have a strongly educated background, are worldly wise and have experienced all that it has to offer.
Others stumble in empty handed, clutching only noise and indignation, mistaking it for substance. To them, a gutter feels like a throne room and mud, a luxury. Tragic, really.

Did you perchance check if it was AI written first? Or because several words were above two syllables and contained more than four letters your noggin went into overdrive and exploded. Some of us are guilty of verbosity, it’s a vice I admit. Others remain steadfastly loyal to simplicity, as though complexity were a personal affront.

As your limited reading skills indicate, I did answer your base and limited intelligence questions. “she struggled to devour my engorged phallus. She did her best, but in the end, said her jaw hurt and an alternate finish was required.”

We did not fornicate my simple friend. Nor engage in physical violence like your backward misogynistic mind revels in.

Here’s an idea, next time instead of making this corner of the internet a misery for others, try, just try, to think of a positive interaction you had that didn’t involve you forcing yourself onto an unwilling sex worker.

[QUOTE=Reddington;4029520]Some of us have a strongly educated background, are worldly wise and have experienced all that it has to offer.
/QUOTE]

You are probably better to go back to your pursuit of Berlin, the lines between vengeance, strategy, and survival blur—because for Red, betrayal isn’t a setback, it’s currency.

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Originally Posted by Reddington

Ahhh my poor retarded brethren.

Some of us have a strongly educated background, are worldly wise and have experienced all that it has to offer.
Others stumble in empty handed, clutching only noise and indignation, mistaking it for substance. To them, a gutter feels like a throne room and mud, a luxury. Tragic, really.

Did you perchance check if it was AI written first? Or because several words were above two syllables and contained more than four letters your noggin went into overdrive and exploded. Some of us are guilty of verbosity, it’s a vice I admit. Others remain steadfastly loyal to simplicity, as though complexity were a personal affront.

As your limited reading skills indicate, I did answer your base and limited intelligence questions. “she struggled to devour my engorged phallus. She did her best, but in the end, said her jaw hurt and an alternate finish was required.”

We did not fornicate my simple friend. Nor engage in physical violence like your backward misogynistic mind revels in.

Here’s an idea, next time instead of making this corner of the internet a misery for others, try, just try, to think of a positive interaction you had that didn’t involve you forcing yourself onto an unwilling sex worker.

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Enjoying AI helping feel important .You presume a lot and know little .
Noggin lolol .

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Originally Posted by Reddington

Ahhh my poor retarded brethren.

Some of us have a strongly educated background, are worldly wise and have experienced all that it has to offer.
Others stumble in empty handed, clutching only noise and indignation, mistaking it for substance. To them, a gutter feels like a throne room and mud, a luxury. Tragic, really.

Did you perchance check if it was AI written first? Or because several words were above two syllables and contained more than four letters your noggin went into overdrive and exploded. Some of us are guilty of verbosity, it’s a vice I admit. Others remain steadfastly loyal to simplicity, as though complexity were a personal affront.

As your limited reading skills indicate, I did answer your base and limited intelligence questions. “she struggled to devour my engorged phallus. She did her best, but in the end, said her jaw hurt and an alternate finish was required.”

We did not fornicate my simple friend. Nor engage in physical violence like your backward misogynistic mind revels in.

Here’s an idea, next time instead of making this corner of the internet a misery for others, try, just try, to think of a positive interaction you had that didn’t involve you forcing yourself onto an unwilling sex worker.

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What an embarrassing load of shit to willingly post on the internet.

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Originally Posted by NewGuy69

Is this Candy the same one who works at Touch/Daily day spa?

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Hi Mate, no this is a different Candy. I haven't seen Candy from Daily day spa but have seen Time Candy. They were both working today at different venues so can confirm they aren't the same person.

@ Reddington.

What the fuck did I just read ?

Just get to the point instead of going into fantasy land.

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Originally Posted by NaudBarn

Hi Mate, no this is a different Candy. I haven't seen Candy from Daily day spa but have seen Time Candy. They were both working today at different venues so can confirm they aren't the same person.

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Thanks for the info

Had a bit of a disappointing session with Zoe a while ago.

Photos and description are completed fabricated.
Definitely not the claimed sized 4, likely more like 10.

Massage was terrible and a let down. Service and enthusiasm not great. Time was also cut short. Reluctant to try again from this chain if this is the type of quality that can be expected.