Honestly, I couldn't tell if my masseuse formerly wrestled bears or was an assassin in a previous life or if I was just being punked, and the host of a hidden-camera TV show was going to come out and we would all have a good laugh at my expense. Six times, I had to tell her to lighten up from this rushed herky-jerky massage. She made me wait to start, took a phone call in the middle and at one point was giving me a one-handed massage as she texted on her phone. All on my dime. I got no extra time to make up for her dalliances. I go to these places for a good massage and never a happy ending, but with the smell of cheap perfume, the uncomfortable table and the pummeling I endured, I was VERY happy it ended. Never again... read more