That whole review was funny as hell. The silly things we men do when under the heart pounding excitement of seeing a provider. Then it ends with the cliche Russian thug coming in (you just KNOW he has a black leather jacket on and shaved head) and scaring the John off.... HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

..."I really feel as if the whole event was just a ROB."  Ya think?

My favorite part is she says, "I'll be right back".  Leaves him sitting in the room.  Then he says TWENTY MINUTES LATER the thug comes in.  He sat there for 20 minutes waiting for her to come back.  This guy should NOT be playing in this sandbox.

That review was so funny and fascinating that I am sure of one thing: it was not real.

It is a really clever story that a practicing screenwriter with some knowledge of the hobby would have written for the fun of it. That is my best guess.

The provider in question, Ms. Tawny Rivers, is supposed to be over 45. But she looks like a young Ann Margret? Is that possible?

Yet this guy with all this money who is an experienced hobbyist is dashing off to see her and cannot figure out where his car keys and donation are, and doesnt realize the door to the hotel room has been closed before he gets a foot massage with her breasts and ends up walking into the door and getting nose bleed?  

There are too many unlikely, humorous things happening. It is like Inspector Clouseau seeing a provider and having no idea what is going on.

This is a cute story, that's all. But since everything here is fiction, it fits right in.