Half Moon Street

I decided on one last day in Manchester hoping to take one last lot of photos for my new guidebook, but had little luck, visiting Jackie's in Levenshulme, Galaxy in Burnage, Karma Sutra in Didsbury and both Cosmopolitan and Tropical Palms in the city centre without any success. By the time I got to the city centre, I was having once again massive problems with my power steering fluid and decided I needed to get home fairly soon, but decided to try just a few more parlours in the city centre.

http://www.karmasutragirls.co.uk

I tried Bentley's in the hope of taking some new photos of Melissa, who had just moved there from Piccadilly and who is now calling herself Jamie Lee, but she was busy being photographed for their website when I arrived and after waiting in my car for half an hour or so, found she was then in with a client for another hour, so I decided to cut my losses and head home, but then I remembered I had arranged to call in and be entertained by Tegan at Ruby Milans. She is a lass with a first class track record, having worked originally at Kellie's in Walkden, and then at both Hayley's and Sandy's and has had some terrific write ups in her time.

http://www.bentleys-massage.co.uk

http://www.sandyssuperstars.com

When I met her at Ruby Milans, I felt sure I had met her before, but on discussing this with her in the room, she assured me we had not met previously and then it dawned on me, she is the spitten image of Sigourney Weaver. She then treated me to a very enjoyable session, where she pulled out all the stops to give me as satisfying a time as I could imagine. I was reminded of the film Half Moon Street, where Sigourney stars as a research professor who works on the side as an escort, a bit like the real Belle de Jour, and who gets involved with Michael Caine.

Never did I think I would ever find myself feeling as though I was Michael Caine, but then again the work I do has so many unusual aspects, I suppose I should not have been surprised.

http://www.rubymilans.com

I now headed home, somehow losing the cap to my power steering fluid container. It is probably adorning the hard shoulder of the M56 and running out of two containers of the fluid I finally limped into my friendly neighbourhood local garage and left them with the job of sorting the car out. Apart from Tegan, the Sigourney Weaver lookalike, not a day worth remembering.

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