Review: Jolly MeMe

[rukkit]

Another review for the HEMPsterites and BROTHELites.

I phoned a few different places before I finally got a reply, combined with furious time-share intensity salesmanship to come on over and try the SPs.

About four hundred metres south of Tamaree's place is Jolly MeiMei’s place on East 41st.

This newer complex, built in January 2003, used to be one of my favourite domestic mongering places. In its heydey, I used to call this place Micro Complex North because it had 2 different micros, in addition to a Chinese micro, it also had a much rarer Russian micro.

I take the elevator up to the fourth floor for Jolly MeiMei’s place, remembering the catchy view, of the parking lot, from the two bedroom apartment (rent $1200/month). Jolly MeiMei is impatient and peers into the courtyard hallway looking for me; in I go and am disappointed to hear that she is down to only one girl. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, Jolly MeiMei’s place has fallen on hard times, just like Classy Ladies’ Vicki

The smaller of the two bedrooms is the fun room, and the lone girl scoots in, expecting me to follow. Fat chance!
She’s so excited to see this handsome Hamsterite, that she’s as happy as a pig in mud. I make it a point never to do the HOUSEPIG, this one named Moun Moun. Housepig wasn’t ageing well, she looks like she auditioned for the DAWN OF THE DEAD film remake, didn’t make it, and took a job here.
What did I do to deserve this? Did I suckerpunch some marginal Colorado Avalanche rookie agitator, in the back of the neck, and fall on top of him during the ensuing dog pile? My rod feels a cold chill and I excuse myself.

On Friday night I was at a sleazy older location with at least one doable TOE (Tamaree mamasan), tonight Saturday night I was at a gorgeous new apartment with no doable TOE. Don’t you hate that when that happens?

Price was $130 / hour. The budget price was a gift horse you might say? But mongers will look at this gift horse in the mouth because it has rotten teeth and bad breath. For only an extra purple one can get a much nicer selection nearby.

Don’t you love opening the bolt doors yourself and escaping from a joint? The outside air in the nice central courtyard suddenly smells as fresh as Angel’s TOE, powdered with strawberry talcum powder. And the red blood cells magically flow back downward to the vitals.

Don’t feel depressed HEMPsterites, and Brothelites, even though Micro Complex North is in Classy Ladies-like decline, there is still Micro Complex South.

Avoid this one gents. Uh…if someone still wants to go, contact information, will be given by e-mail.