Since she is in the general vicinity of my grandpa's synagogue, at the corner of Walkley and Chester, down the road from 1 of the few failed McDonald's franchises, I went in while I waited for grandpa to complete his prayers on Shabbat. She is kind of cute and kind of pleasant, but upon closer examination she is at least 45-50, and not 38-40...wears pantyhose that is so tight in the crotch that one's hands are absolutely kept out of roaming, and when Mount Mellonhead erupted, she seemed to tsk-tsk it for being too frothy and shooting everywhere which is a downer for me. It was $60 for the hour, but while most indies would have had an all-inclusive price a la Barcelo Hotels, she specifically asked for another printed paper from the Bank of Canada in lieu of my making a contribution at temple. I noted the smelly litmassageplanet.netox but no kitty...I saw no sign of any form of pussy while in this residence (confusing entranceway...how was I to know that the left-side stairs went to the even numbered apartments and the right-side stairs to to the odds??? I climbed up and I climbed down...). It is 50-50 if I shall return...if I could find somewhere else to spend time at to contemplate the word from above while grandpa did the same, I would try it out, with Natalia (oh, how I wish instead it had been the Natalia from Ose Ste-Genevieve stroking the Mellonshaft instead!) only on the reserve team as better than my own palm.