Went to this Russian establishment on the NW corner of Sherbrooke and Parc, near the Quality Inn. Old office building, deserted even in daytime on a Saturday. Extremely cute, petite, dark-haired student nurse named Layla from Kazahkstan...BUT..."we only do therapeutic massage here!!??!!" ; since when did a Russian girl ever decline the beguiling smile of the wartime PM who joined in with Comrade Stalin to save the Motherland from the evils of the Third Reich? (For those of you who failed History 412, we're talking Mackenzie King, and his portrait on the $20 bill)
Maybe she needs to be buttered up a bit, and I am willing to take another shot at it, mostly because she is pleasant to take to, laughs a lot, tries hard to speak English and does speak some French...the massage was better than average...and her cuteness contributed to Mr. Johnson standing straight up as if he was paying his respects at Lenin's tomb.
Maybe she needs to be buttered up a bit, and I am willing to take another shot at it, mostly because she is pleasant to take to, laughs a lot, tries hard to speak English and does speak some French...the massage was better than average...and her cuteness contributed to Mr. Johnson standing straight up as if he was paying his respects at Lenin's tomb.