Massage Parlor Reports

Went to Orange Friday night and ended up with Sony or Sunny, however you pronounce it. I pretty much wasted my money on this trip. I ended up spending more time in the sauna than anything else. Once in the room all I ended up getting was five seconds of her running her fingers on my back and then told to flip. Once I was on my back she put the cover on and proceeded to give me a so called cbj, bobbing her head up and down twice and then saying. Ok you on top now. Being that she did nothing to get me going, it took me some time to bust. She kept on asking was I ready to finish yet. Overall this was one of my worst rushed experiences at any AMP. Will not repeat there no time soon.

Sorry to hear about your experience Flaco. Its common though. I can say 75% of the time, I went through the same. Its the 25% of the time that makes me want to come back. One thing I learned with uncooperative providers, take the lead or just walk out, your within your rights and once you mention Mamasan, she will change her attitude, though at that point, its probably too late for you, but they may send you someone else.

Over the past couple of weeks, it seems like the only thing that I have been reading on the Board is about bad experiences at Orange (surprises the hell out of me) and good experiences at a little place on Clarion Street. I worked all weekend and decided that I needed to venture out and look for Clarion Street.

I was born and raised in Philadelphia, but I honestly could not tell you where Clarion Street is located/situated. Thank Goodness that someone was nice enough to buy me one recently, so I typed in the address and off I went. One would have to imagine my surprise when I realized that it was across the street from where I went to High School. There was a nun that used to be there, who bragged to us that she was single-handledy responsible for closing the AMPs on Vine Street. At that age, I was too dumb to know what an AMP was nor could I probably care. Now that I am older and wiser, I can be pissed off that she decided to do what she did. Sorry about my digression.

Okay, so I drive past and there are all kinds of marked vehicles around, which I attribute to the fact that they are doing 24/7 demolition at 120 North Broad Street. I thought that it would be way too risky for me to venture over, especially because I would have stood out in my outfit, although I was very casually dressed with a white dress shirt and blue jeans. I drove around looking for a parking spot, but I didn't have any luck. Besides the bright light outside, it looked very dark inside, so I figured that they had to be closed.

Someone had mentioned to me privately about 1010, which is something that I investigated recently. It happens to be Joseph Poon's Vegetarian Restaurant. I am vegetarian, so I don't mind going in for dinner, but I wasn't too sure about this location. I ventured over and still am not totally convinced that there is something there that I want to see. There is a place on the other side a little ways up closer to 11th that seemed promising, but I am not sure.

I decided to take a venture North and see if I could visit the Pearly White Gates on 10th, because that may be the only way that I am going to get there. The Gates were closed, which very may be the case when it is time for me to go for real for real. After that I decided to try a place that I am obsessed with, but am ball-less in going inside. The little place on North 9th Street. The street is totally empty besides a small SUV with Jersey plates, which had the motor running. I thought about parking and going in, but I thought that it would have looked way too obvious where I was at and did not want to come back to my vehicle being:

a) Stolen
b) Ransacked

I passed and decided that I would try somewhere else. I drove down to 11th and Sansom and figured that I would go there. Can I tell you how much of a nightmare that place is? The entrance is at the very back of a huge empty parking lot, so it would not take Captain Obvious to know where I am going, if I happen to park my car on the street and walk through the lot. There is a lot of foot and vehicular traffic, so I decide to go look for a bank to get money, because there is no way that I am whipping out plastic.

As I drive around aimlessly looking for a branch, so that I don't have to pay any ATM fees, I realized that I spend way too much time, effort, and energy planning my covert operations. I figured out that if I were to spend a fraction of the time, effort, and energy that I do working on this on something more productive, I would be either very dangerous or quite brilliant that the government would love to have me on their team.

I finally found a WaWa, because all of the banks that I went were seemingly locked and shut down. I get some money and go back around to 11th and Sansom. I park my car and wait until the foot traffic cleared up. I noticed a car come up and park. I started to exit my vehicle, but some schmoe is staying in the car with the motor running. If you don't know by now, I am totally freaked out by any of that stuff, because I have way too much to lose, if I ever get busted. I waited about 10 minutes, but this prick just would not leave. I decided that I needed to venture to another location.

I drove past Quince Street, but alas, there was people eating outside of Moriarity's, so that was going to be a no-go. A little further up is a place at 11th and Walnut, but the same thing, there were people eating outside of the Irish Pub. It would have looked too obvious for me to try to walk into a building that houses a florist that late at night. I think that I will need to check these places out during the workday, so it isn't as obvious.

I decided to drive West on Sansom Street and try to stop at a location that I went many moons ago when I was still in college at 118 Sansom Street. The place looked like it was completely dark and shut down, so I dunno.

I decided that I was going to become ballsy and try to visit the fine establishment at 15th and Chestnut. I drove past a couple of times on Chestnut Street, but there was a mix of heavy traffic and no parking spots, so this was not going to work out in my favor. I decided to drive down the little alley around back and see if there was a way to get in, because I had seen that advertised in the past. There is!! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Now, I am getting all hot and heavy.

I drive around and found a parking spot on Chestnut Street. There is this shady looking guy pacing back and forth on the opposite side of the street and he keeps looking into my car. I had a lot of stuff in the car, so I didn't want him to offer to watch my car or any other bullshit, because I would have given him a surprise that he would still be thinking about next year. I decided that there had to be another option, so I started to drive again. At this point, I am two hours into this hunt and realizing that I have to be one of the most pathetic people this side of the Mississippi.

I found a spot on Market Street outside of the PNC Bank, which said that it was for Loading Only. Well, I had only planned to Unload, so I am not sure if the Parking Authority would be good with that, but they weren't going to have much choice, unless they peeled off a ticket for their troubles. I walked to the back entrance of 15th and Chestnut. There was a Security Guard from the building on Market Street (the name is escaping my mind for some reason) that was lurking around, which made me feel queasy, but I didn't have a choice, because the other mind was now in total control of the situation.

He turned his back for a second and I hopped up the two steps and watched that I didn't bump my noggin. I tried the door, but it was locked (no surprise, there). I rang the bell once and didn't get a response, so a few moments later, I rang again. There was still no response, so I dejectedly walked away, because I thought that this was going to be the one. For a moment, I debated the possibility of trying the front door, but I wasn't sure if that would go over too well with Mamasan, especially if she was pissed off that I rang the bell twice.

I walked over to 118 Sansom Street, which I would have to swear that I saw it advertised a couple of weeks ago. As I said, the police was totally dark and looked like it was vacant. The door was locked, which it wasn't in the past. I walked back to my car and said that I had to try Clarion Street, if it was the last thing that I did.

I found a parking spot on 12th Street and scanned the paper, because there was a cop that seemed to be following me for a few blocks. I have everything legal, so there is no worries on that end, but I am sure that we all get a bit uneasy when Uncle Leo is following around like a lost puppy dog. He passed and kept going straight. I hopped out of the car with all intentions of going to Clarion Street when there was a flashing arrow outside of 237 North 12th Street that begged me to come in. Who was I to deny the urge, so I walked in.

Details to follow, my friends, as I have polluted this board enough for tonight.

I have calculated that there are twenty-two AMPs that are advertising. I have visited 7 of them, so far, with the hopes of eventually taking a visit to each of them. I will be more than happy to share my list privately with other Senior Members. BTW, I am sure that there are others that go UTR, but I don't know of any, so please don't ask.

Just to share an observation: if you want to have a good experience at an AMP, do not, do not, do not (did I make this clear enough for you?) visit an AMP on Friday or Saturday night. It is all about Supply and Demand. The supply is limited and the demand is high, so they can fluctuate the price, but they can mess with the quality, which means that you are going to be rushed in and out.

Entertaining posts, as well as (somewhat) informative. But definitely disappointing with the lack of payoff at the end. The reader is found wanting to hear about the unloading, and is denied.

6/10

[QUOTE=Guysmiley1980]I decided to drive West on Sansom Street and try to stop at a location that I went many moons ago when I was still in college at 118 Sansom Street. The place looked like it was completely dark and shut down, so I dunno....Details to follow, my friends, as I have polluted this board enough for tonight.[/QUOTE]

TB, thanks for the comment. I am not one to disappoint, but there is only so much that my fingers can do in one night. I will have a detailed report about 237 soon.

If Guy's review of 237 is even half as detailed as his report on his parking experiences, we are in for an most entertaining time. Waiting with anticipation.

Yo gents back after a 5 year break, been to every AMP in the city and live four blocks away from the ave. Will be reporting soon on the action and sightseeing. For now, next gamble will be the MP at 525 S 4th street. Philadelphia Weekly add says full body for 99 hr and has bombshells from the baltics. Sounds to go to be true but the whiz needs a massage anyway too much stress. Might be only a HJ joint. Will report soon on service.

Ive been to 237 before and have reported on it. Each visit you get a card with a stamp. After the 5th visit the house fee is free(still have to pay the girl). Ive gotten a bbbj once there. Unless they have updated their girls they are usually in their 30s. they are ok looking not up to the talent of the younger ch2 girls. you wind up with a happy ending but nothing great. Pinky from ch2 , jennifer, suki they made me remember their names. Hannah from 237 got on my nerves last time so i avoid her(just talking ) other than that i cant even remember the names of the girls ive seen

On Friday, I tried calling the new brazillian MP that is advertising all over on CL. They are the ones located in NE around the roosevelt mall on the roosevelt blvd. No answer the first two times I called. The third time I called, some chick answered and said they were booked until Wednesday. I don't know if this means they have no girls at all or no girls available. Has anyone checked it out? A brazillian massage sounds kind of hot.

I had to settle for some lap dances at a strip club. Speaking of which, I have to do a post over in that area.

The MP at 525 4th street was a bust, no action, but the massage was very nice.

Went back to the AMP on Philmont behind the Wawa. I wanted to try it once more because of the ease involved getting there. I think they're stil off their game there, unless you like extremely average, at best, late 40s women. That's twice in row that I've been underwhelmed there, so I'll avoid the "three strikes" fate. They need to hire a better recruiter; perhaps if their business tapers off, they'll get the message. This was a Saturday afternoon, and all they have is one girl now.

Tried to get a copy of the Northeast Times for any new spots, but the latest edition apparently was "sold out, " even though they're free. It looks like the NE Times on line will be starting soon to post classifieds, so this may make the search easier.

[QUOTE=Togby1]On Friday, I tried calling the new brazillian MP that is advertising all over on CL. Has anyone checked it out? A brazillian massage sounds kind of hot..[/QUOTE]

Do you have contact info? I'd be willing to give them a call.

I'm coming up from DC for a couple days (check the boards, I post occasionally there and as TripleE with no space), and since I originally found AMP's in Philly years ago, I'm happy to repeat. It's like visiting an old friend. With benefits.

From RTFF'ing, it looks like CH2 was the spot of choice, but isn't so hot as of late, and other than that, Race St. is where it's at. I'll be hitting one of those establishments if I have time and don't hear otherwise.

That said, anyone got a fave to recommend? I'd be happy to hear some suggestions, in here or PM. I'll def. report any action if I get out for it.

Also, I'm actually staying in the King of Prussia area, so if there's something I'm missing (Philly suburbs forums were a bit harder to follow), I'd appreciate that too.