Ambassador Sauna

You’re drunk, it’s 2 am, and you stumble past this place. The light is on, the door is ajar and you’ve got this month’s wages burning a hole in your sky rocket. Top that off with the fact you’re randier than a dog with two dicks and the temptation to step into the seedy underbelly of Edinburgh is almost too much to bear…
This is the sort of place Edinburgh council wants to keep on the quiet, but blatantly allows to flout the law for whatever reasons they have. I imagine, if anything, that they’re probably all regulars.
Alas I have never sampled the services that the Ambassador sauna has to offer, but from what I am told this place will fulfill all your needs at a fairly reasonable price. A mate of mine used to live with a couple of professionals who worked in here, one used to just do hand jobs and stuff, the other did the works.
However, the former was in a relationship and never told her lucky fella what she did for money. Like me, I’m sure that if she was administering hand relief to your good self and you were in possession of that information, the thought of her boyfriend lying broken and in tears having stumbled on the truth would make the onset of your vinegar strokes a mere formality also.
And as for the other young lovely… well she got crabs.
If that doesn’t float yer boat, perhaps you’re more into the prospect of taking advantage of some Eastern European sex slave. Again I can’t say from experience, but something tells me this high brow establishment will have that market sewn up too.
I digress, I’m going to be impartial of this place in my review as I have never experienced it’s wares, and frankly, don’t intend to.
Based on that you can have a 3, room for improvement ladies.