Well, horny as usual I visited Cleopatra massage on Center Street north. No real reviews here other than Slim's Chinese take-out experience, so I had to find out myself. After the ding-dong doorbell, some Thai woman called out to me from down the hallway. It was hard to see her from that far away but anyway, I went in. Thinking with my other head of course. Massage? Yes, 30 mins. I didn't catch her name. It doesn't matter though, as you'll see.
Basic massage, not that bad. No talking, she was not chatty at all. Mechanical. Up close she's really not attractive. Sorry but it's true. Baggy clothes. What was I thinking? A few rooms over I hear the owner arguing over the phone with a client. Something about a canceled appointment. She doesn't make money from canceled appointments you know. She needs to make money. She argues for about 15 minutes. I hear everything. The walls are like tissue paper. The owner sounds like in her 30s or 40s. Then I hear a sitcom on TV, some canned laughter. I realized then I was in hell, but at least it smelled nice.
About 20 or 25 minutes pass and now I'm thinking, hmm, I am really in the wrong place. This would never happen at Mirage. After the flip she asks about extras. I ask for the menu, HJ is $60, topless $80. In it for a dime, in it for a dollar I guess. I should have passed. I say okay HJ, she asks me if I have the money. I say yes. Then she asks if I have it right now, in cash, and in my pocket?? I should have known, it was all downhill from there. The most uninspired HJ of my life, bar none. Not even a smile. Mister Happy got really sad. I couldn't finish. First time ever. Worst. Massage. Ever. Showered and got out of there as quick as possible.
Repeat? WTF Never!
Do they not know that word gets around?
Ben
Basic massage, not that bad. No talking, she was not chatty at all. Mechanical. Up close she's really not attractive. Sorry but it's true. Baggy clothes. What was I thinking? A few rooms over I hear the owner arguing over the phone with a client. Something about a canceled appointment. She doesn't make money from canceled appointments you know. She needs to make money. She argues for about 15 minutes. I hear everything. The walls are like tissue paper. The owner sounds like in her 30s or 40s. Then I hear a sitcom on TV, some canned laughter. I realized then I was in hell, but at least it smelled nice.
About 20 or 25 minutes pass and now I'm thinking, hmm, I am really in the wrong place. This would never happen at Mirage. After the flip she asks about extras. I ask for the menu, HJ is $60, topless $80. In it for a dime, in it for a dollar I guess. I should have passed. I say okay HJ, she asks me if I have the money. I say yes. Then she asks if I have it right now, in cash, and in my pocket?? I should have known, it was all downhill from there. The most uninspired HJ of my life, bar none. Not even a smile. Mister Happy got really sad. I couldn't finish. First time ever. Worst. Massage. Ever. Showered and got out of there as quick as possible.
Repeat? WTF Never!
Do they not know that word gets around?
Ben