Reviews from Detroit Traveler
Diamond-.
Stopped by Diamond first. No diamonds around. Very sweet girl greeted me. Almost cute (by Chinese massage standards).
Paid, asked to use restroom first. Glad I did. As I pissed, a cockroach climbed up to eye level, making direct eye contact with me, almost as if to say "what are you doing here bro? Look at yourself. Look how low you've sunk. " Another cockroach climbed up the door molding behind me. I was being surrounded. Exited bathroom with extreme caution.
Provider attempted to give me my change. Opened up the old trusty translator and told the unfortunate gal "you have a cockroach infestation, and I'm a little scared. ".
She gave me my $100 back with zero hesitation and used her translator to tell me "can you please explain this to my boss?" Apparently it is a know problem. I wouldn't have stayed for a massage if she paid ME $70 for the hour.
Sky-.
I was greeted by a powerful aroma of mold. From the appearance of the carpet, all wrinkled and bunched up, it was apparent that there was a flood or water leak of epic proportions. I was also greeted by an average looking woman of about 50 years old. I was hoping she was mamasan, but I knew she wasn't. I decided to use the fact that the place stunk to high hell as my excuse to get out of there. Using rudimentary sign language, I attempted to complain to her that the place stunk and the carpet was the culprit. She flatly denied this accusation, even though we were both marinating in the stench. Then, in the background I saw the silhouette of a younger provider. As it was 9 PM, and my options were slim, I reluctantly agreed to one hour. Sitting on the table, butt ass naked, mamasan returned with my change. Got the translator out again and asked "is that other girl back there available?" Her immediate retort was "NO!
At this point, I was pissed off. This lady was just an out and out liar. She gave me a massage with some clumsy teasing, fingernails, almost painfully, digging into my coin purse. Credit where credit is due, she did give a good effort at a massage, and some parts of it were almost pleasant. When she started the standard tickling finger dance on my back and butt to try to let me know that it was time to flip over, I just said "just the Massage today. " I gave her a $25 tip for her efforts, and vowed I would never to return to the city If it was within my power.