Called Vanessa because I've had a thing for Latin women lately. Spoke with her on the phone, quoted me a price of $$$ for the hour and to call her when I arrived in NY from NJ. When I got through the Lincoln Tunnel, she told me to go to 80th St and 1st Ave. I found a parking spot there and called her again. She asks me what I did for a living and who the last escort I was with, questions she should have asked me when I first called, not after I travelled 30 miles. I told her I was an independent contractor and basically worked for myself, which didn't seem to comprehend with her. The last escort I could hardly remember because it was about 7 months ago, but gave her the girl's name and the agency name too.

She told me to go to an address on 1st Ave between 82nd and 83rd. I called her from that lobby and she tells me to walk across the street to another address, obviously to check me out as I am walking to her apartment. I go inside, knock on her door and just at that moment, my cell phone rings. It's her and she tells me she can't see me, something came up. I ask her what the problem was and she says I look like a cop, to which I tell her she is wrong. As I am walking out, I see two roaches crawling around by her door. Then, when I am walking down the stairs, I thought I saw a rat by another door way.

While Vanessa possesses enough paranoia to make spending time with her unpleasant (something I should have paid more attention to by her so-so reviews on TER) given the filthy living conditions where she resides should make this one girl everybody should avoid at all costs.  The curiousity about her gender definitely made me wonder because her voice sounded strange; not feminine at all.