Ha! I saw this girl about 3 years ago in a tiny studio apt off McDougal st near the Rockaway ave stop on the C. She advertised HJ only but I got her to agree to a BBBJ over text (no CIM). She asked me to help her set her table up and then yelled at me because I apparently did something wrong unfolding the legs, like literally yelled at me. She had the filthiest bathroom I have ever seen, I mean it was next level gross, like it hadn’t been cleaned since the 80’s. Throughout the massage she talked my ear off, rapid firing questions about where I live and how long it takes me to get to this or that spot in the city. This girl was a grade A cuckoo. She delivered on the flip though, stripped naked, tried to sit on my face but I blocked her ass with my hand so she lifted a little and hovered over my face while she delivered a BBBJ. I was tempted to blow without warning her just out of spite but I was nice and warned her I was close and she finished me by hand. I dressed faster than Superman in a phone booth and bolted out the door. I laughed my way back to the subway. Funny part is that it was such a weird experience i would almost see her again... almost