Bellagio reviews

[GunnarKennedy]

He was once a little green slab of clay, Gumby. You and your pony pal Pokey can spam all you like but you are a muppet. Not sure about Social-Fistme, he claims a useful master's degree but you are a 100% XTC inc figment of imagination.

And even though you work for Lucy what you say here is so blatantly phony it is obvious she isn't a part of your vendetta. Nice try.

And XTC is multitudes and your circling back to try and say it is Bowler's delusion is telling. Just like the thread you had removed because you were doxxed. This thread hasn't been removed and Bowler has that option because he started it. I am guessing if he starts doxxing you again here it just might disappear as well. Shall we put that to the test?

He cant dox me.

I am not XTC so go ahead and dox a dude thats not even me for all I care.

All Im hoping is that I am right about you being intelligent and you could understand why Ive been fucking with your friend for doing outlandish shit in this forum FOR 2 YEARS

 

[Johnjoebowler]

You said you a saw the no fighting arena in their website and when i asked you to screenshot it to embarass me in front of yer boys and how much of a good investigator ya are,

Ya switched yer story that you phoned them??

Doesnt add up Bowler.

Ya planned this all week juss so ya can deflect your meet and greet today?

Is that how much of a pussy ya are?

Yer predictable as fuck my g.

Watch how ya joke again setting up a ring at Fantasy

Yer crazy following men who went to spa cuz ya think they were xtc bahahahahahahahaha

How is that not a loser type of motion?

Ya cant even explain yerself

Bla bla nla....

.......is there a ring and fighting at your 'fight club' Prodigy?

 

[Eric Shunn]

Use the ignore button

LEARN TO USE A COMPUTER YA DUMB FUCK

OR YOU CAN KEEP SCROLLING

AGAIN,

YER THE REASON WHY CYBER BULLYING EXIST CUZ PEOPLE LIKE YOU CANT HELP BUT READ SHIT THAT YER NOT PART OF AND THEN GET BUTTHURT ABOUT IT. DA FUCK???

USE SOME COMMON SENSE

IT’S LITERALLY YOUR OWN CHOICE TO READ WHAT’S HAPPENING

ARE YA LIKE BOWLER THAT YA NEED YER DADDY TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO???

GROWN MAN AND DOESN’T KNOW TO IGNORE SHIT LIKE BOWLER WOW

Yer Dumb fuck

 

[Johnjoebowler]

@Ambler I also tried talking to him with logic before and he still kept forcing me that I am XTC.

@Social-Misfit can back me up on that one. Ive seen him try to talk with your friend Bowler as well with logic and he just kept forcing both of us to be XTC.

I hope this johnjoebowler obsession hasnt rub you off Ambler. I know my rationale make aense on why I kept fucking with your cooocoo friend.

I am just literally here to call out bathwaterbuyer before.

I had a problem with XTC who we now know is just another puppet.
You talk like a moron like XTC does and you backed him therefore in my eyes you're him.

From the way you converse, you're obviously a classless moron.

At the end of the day it doesn't even matter anymore as the jig is up.

 

[Johnjoebowler]

@Ambler I also tried talking to him with logic before and he still kept forcing me that I am XTC.

@Social-Misfit can back me up on that one. Ive seen him try to talk with your friend Bowler as well with logic and he just kept forcing both of us to be XTC.

I hope this johnjoebowler obsession hasnt rub you off Ambler. I know my rationale make aense on why I kept fucking with your cooocoo friend.

I am just literally here to call out bathwaterbuyer before.

......I have no idea what bathwater did and could care less.

Take it up with him!!

 

[Johnjoebowler]

All my questions are based on my curiosity on why yer running yer life like this for 2 years

Ya kept complaining how yer gonna stop wasting yer time when its yer own choice to do this shit of 2 years???

The fuck? No logic at all

Yer here complaining about the shit of yer own doing?? For 2 fucking years?.

And ya cant even explain yerself

Its literally just giving obsession about a man yer jealous of. if yer not jealous then yer in luv with the big bro XTC thats the only way to explain why yer doing this shit on a daily basis for 2 years.

Who are you? I need to answer to you. How about go fuck yourself!

Do you stick your nose in other people's business in real life??

 

[Johnjoebowler]

All my questions are based on my curiosity on why yer running yer life like this for 2 years

Ya kept complaining how yer gonna stop wasting yer time when its yer own choice to do this shit of 2 years???

The fuck? No logic at all

Yer here complaining about the shit of yer own doing?? For 2 fucking years?.

And ya cant even explain yerself

Its literally just giving obsession about a man yer jealous of. if yer not jealous then yer in luv with the big bro XTC thats the only way to explain why yer doing this shit on a daily basis for 2 years.

What are you even trying to say

....big bro XTC.....wtf?

 

[Johnjoebowler]

This guy is also ignoring that he inserted himself when I was only calling out Bathwaterbuyer doing the same shit that hes mad about with XTC

This guy is definitely choosing which dick to suck

Yer values aint shit Bowler

Ya dont even ban us to post on yer fake thread created to talk about XTC only

Yer obviously enjoying this shit.

Yer boy 24hr told ya some logical to do but ya atill let us post because yer definitely enjoying fighting men online

Yer hella predictable

Is that what your going to tell admin?

I'm going to ban you idiots very soon so that we can get back to Bellagio Reviews.

Looks like XTC is keeping the bullshitting down to a respectable level on the Bellagio thread.

 

[Hatrick]

Victoria @ Bellagio

Had it really been a year since I last been to The ‘Gio?…Same back-alley parking, same neon "Open" sign, same dread that I must push on through…

…I get my eyes accustomed to the foyer. A water stand, some chocolate boxes, and…
“Take your shoes off” said a new-faced girl, not unkindly, who may have been asked to be receptionist when not busy….Hope she’s not always this not busy…

“I’m here for Victoria”…I said from my end. A few Chinese words down the hallway later, and then there she was - this young Chinese girl-woman, slim legs in adorable knee high socks, climbing up to wide hips, pleated mini skirt and matching knit sweater tight as a barfly’s grip, tastefully legal, but promising trouble. She’s not at all like her spa-posted meme, but she’s attractive in her own way as they say…

Victoria shows me the room…I wanted a shower and I pointed across the hall. She offered the big table shower room down back, but I wasn’t in for that. She left the room to let me undress…I slipped on the bathrobe and slinked across to shower my way to respectability. Stepped out dripping, reached for a towel—nothing. Not a damn rag in sight. Stood there wet, cursing under my breath, and finally yanked back on that thin green bathrobe. Felt like a soggy dishrag. Shuffled back across the hall like a drowned bum in a cheap hospital gown.

Room’s dim, and on the massage bed’s a small towel, folded neat, mocking me. Guess I was supposed to clairvoyant that shit and grab it before the shower. Too late now—robe’s soaked, I’m half-pissed.

Victoria knocked and re-entered. She went out to get me another towel…good girl.

Her English is impressive-no stumbling, her charming accent not thick enough to trip over—and she’s chatting me up while I flatten onto the table.

Hands stroke my back, soft, reaching in like she’s quietly looking for car keys. Then she asks if she can climbs up, barefoot, and starts back-walking —little steps, pressing out the knots like she’s pressing out a cigarette. It’s a little shaky but good, I’ll give her that. She’s under a hundred pounds I’d wager. Muscles give up their fight, aches bleed out slow, and I’m almost human again.

We keep talking - cooking, Asian culture, gym culture, accounting— it’s all clean, decent, and I’m dying like a celibate monk. I grunt, toss a line or two, and she laughs, low and lazy. Could’ve been a barstool yap if I wasn’t sprawled out under her feet. But we’re having the kind of chat you do with the new office co-op, professional and not flirtatious…and now I’m losing my mind.

Hour’s up, she hops off, and then we’re…done?! Victoria goes out to get hot towels, wipes me down proper, and that’s it. No wink, no whisper, no “anything else” vibe. Just a thanks and a see-you-later, like I’d come for a damn oil change. The air had that hum, you know? That maybe hum. But nah—today, for me, she’s a solid professional, ice-cold in that miniskirt. I’m out sixty bucks, back feeling looser, but the shower towel screw-up and her no-extras routine leave a sour taste. Outside the room where she said she would wait, I gave her a twenty tip for single service rendered. No hard feelings. Literally.

She’s got the ingenue vibe, the voice, the legs to stop traffic, there’s reasons why she’s busy…but would I repeat? With no towels in the beginning, and only hot towels in the end…today the Gio’kes on me.

 

[Social-Misfit]

Youre rattled little fella? As usual complete narcissism!!!!

If you know what I look like, what's all the 'Jimmy' BS?

With all of this info on me and your close ties with Bellagio, next time I book an appointment you'll have ample time to catch up with me!!!!

I look forward to that!

I don't get rattled pussy, but its pretty obvious you do little man, worried about yer vehicle and plate and yer appearance, yer a nutless coward bowler/jimmy

What does a name have to do with yer appearance you fucking moron, I know what you look like.

Save the tough guy bullshit , ya crapped yer pants on her little man

 

[Ambler]

Victoria @ Bellagio

Had it really been a year since I last been to The ‘Gio?…Same back-alley parking, same neon "Open" sign, same dread that I must push on through…

…I get my eyes accustomed to the foyer. A water stand, some chocolate boxes, and…
“Take your shoes off” said a new-faced girl, not unkindly, who may have been asked to be receptionist when not busy….Hope she’s not always this not busy…

“I’m here for Victoria”…I said from my end. A few Chinese words down the hallway later, and then there she was - this young Chinese girl-woman, slim legs in adorable knee high socks, climbing up to wide hips, pleated mini skirt and matching knit sweater tight as a barfly’s grip, tastefully legal, but promising trouble. She’s not at all like her spa-posted meme, but she’s attractive in her own way as they say…

Victoria shows me the room…I wanted a shower and I pointed across the hall. She offered the big table shower room down back, but I wasn’t in for that. She left the room to let me undress…I slipped on the bathrobe and slinked across to shower my way to respectability. Stepped out dripping, reached for a towel—nothing. Not a damn rag in sight. Stood there wet, cursing under my breath, and finally yanked back on that thin green bathrobe. Felt like a soggy dishrag. Shuffled back across the hall like a drowned bum in a cheap hospital gown.

Room’s dim, and on the massage bed’s a small towel, folded neat, mocking me. Guess I was supposed to clairvoyant that shit and grab it before the shower. Too late now—robe’s soaked, I’m half-pissed.

Victoria knocked and re-entered. She went out to get me another towel…good girl.

Her English is impressive-no stumbling, her charming accent not thick enough to trip over—and she’s chatting me up while I flatten onto the table.

Hands stroke my back, soft, reaching in like she’s quietly looking for car keys. Then she asks if she can climbs up, barefoot, and starts back-walking —little steps, pressing out the knots like she’s pressing out a cigarette. It’s a little shaky but good, I’ll give her that. She’s under a hundred pounds I’d wager. Muscles give up their fight, aches bleed out slow, and I’m almost human again.

We keep talking - cooking, Asian culture, gym culture, accounting— it’s all clean, decent, and I’m dying like a celibate monk. I grunt, toss a line or two, and she laughs, low and lazy. Could’ve been a barstool yap if I wasn’t sprawled out under her feet. But we’re having the kind of chat you do with the new office co-op, professional and not flirtatious…and now I’m losing my mind.

Hour’s up, she hops off, and then we’re…done?! Victoria goes out to get hot towels, wipes me down proper, and that’s it. No wink, no whisper, no “anything else” vibe. Just a thanks and a see-you-later, like I’d come for a damn oil change. The air had that hum, you know? That maybe hum. But nah—today, for me, she’s a solid professional, ice-cold in that miniskirt. I’m out sixty bucks, back feeling looser, but the shower towel screw-up and her no-extras routine leave a sour taste. Outside the room where she said she would wait, I gave her a twenty tip for single service rendered. No hard feelings. Literally.

She’s got the ingenue vibe, the voice, the legs to stop traffic, there’s reasons why she’s busy…but would I repeat? With no towels in the beginning, and only hot towels in the end…today the Gio’kes on me.

Impressive review. Eloquent and informative. I am taking notes and have to say I am feeling the review standard bar being raised right before my eyes.