i, Atmoi, officially hate all montreal's Russian MP....

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so it's friday, it's 6pm, looking through the add from La Presse. Found a new one called ''centre bleu sante''. looked at the phone number, 382.2049. Whoa, 382, that's in my area.

Called the number, some heavy russian accent lady explaining all the prices and their bullshit....asked how old were the girls. Miss Popovski tells me between 21 and 25. hey, not so bad i'm telling myself, knowing that ''between 21 ad 25'' usually means ''between 25 and 30''. take an appointment for 6.15pm.

they are located at 139 Sauvé west, room 102 (second floor), near St-Urbain. The hallway that leads you to this magnificient place is well decorated, if you're a construction worker that likes electrical wire hanging from the open ceilling.

They cut some sign from the Association des massotherapeutes du Quebec from a magazine, and glued it to their door. talked a buit with the receptionnist, a 50 y/o blond and ugly russian lady. she asked for 40$ (30 min) (60 min is 50$), takes me to a room, which is clean, compared to the hallway.


And then, BAAAAAAM, in came the 21 y/o girl Miss Popovski told me about. Her name is Paula, but from now on, i will refer to her as ''Boris''. about 35-40 y/o, not chubby, but fat. yes, that's the word i shall use. yellow sweat pants, grey shirt in the same material as the pants. big belly. big. dirty hair, chewing on a gum, tall and fat. She would fit well in a feminine football league as the one player that everyone fear. Not the ''lingerie bowl'' kinda league....

Boris starts with a more-than-lousy massage...massage isn't the word. i can't quite label it. after 10 minutes, yes, 10 minutes, she asked me to turn over, to offer me her options. 20 for a HJ, +20 for top off, +20 for a titfcuk. i politely declined boris' offer. she then procceds to tell me the massage is over.

said no problem, put my clothes on, walked out of the room, went to the receptionnist, ask for my moeny back, she refuses, so i start threatening her to call Immigration Canada, then the police, then the chinese mafia, then telling that i would burn their place down, while laughing. this may seems like a weird way to ask for a refund, but it worked well.

In conclusion, don't go there. if you do, i will laugh at you, then track you down and laugh at you again and again. this place should burn down.

it's the 4th time i'm going to a russian MP, and the 4th time i'm disappointed. oh, and sorry about the poor quality of the spelling, i'm too damn pissed off, and typing on a Mac....



that's about it.