Massage Parlor Reports

[QUOTE=WarpFactor69;5967946]This is why I am opposed to paying in advance including paying the tip in advance. Once they have the money in hand they are less motivated to do a great job.[/QUOTE]Someone pm the info! I'd be interested in trying out.

Have not been there in a while, thought I would check to see if there were new faces. Did not see anything that made me want to stay. On to the next.

[QUOTE=Dexxzy;5967951]Someone pm the info! I'd be interested in trying out.[/QUOTE]You did not see the post? Southeast 101st and Division. 240 hour, everything covered.

[QUOTE=WarpFactor69;5967962]Have not been there in a while, thought I would check to see if there were new faces. Did not see anything that made me want to stay. On to the next.[/QUOTE]Strictly legit. Unless they change the manager, nothing is offered save for maybe a handy. The manager asked me why business is so slow over text and I told her. She said only massage here no funny business. To which I replied, that's really up to the masseuse isn't it. She said she would not let any one like that work there. I said I bet the owner would disagree when he sees the poor numbers and that she might want to Polish up her resume.

Save your money. There is a spot down the street to the south where you can get some TLC that you may like.

[QUOTE=WarpFactor69;5967997]You did not see the post? Southeast 101st and Division. 240 hour, everything covered.[/QUOTE]If you google the phone number you will see that is also under a ad for a location in salem. Stopped there in salem recently and worst fkn experience ever, greedy shitty service and got up and demanded a partial refund at the 20 ish minute mark. Still had the audacity to request a tip, review coming soon once I am certain the camera hard drive has recorded over my stop.


this girl in salem was not in california nor is she california quality to ask those rates

[QUOTE=AverageJoseph;5968132]Strictly legit. Unless they change the manager, nothing is offered save for maybe a handy. The manager asked me why business is so slow over text and I told her. She said only massage here no funny business. To which I replied, that's really up to the masseuse isn't it. She said she would not let any one like that work there. I said I bet the owner would disagree when he sees the poor numbers and that she might want to Polish up her resume.

Save your money. There is a spot down the street to the south where you can get some TLC that you may like.[/QUOTE]Same thing, the owner asked me by text for suggestions. I can understand the owner wanting to avoid trouble but I also agree that the woman giving the massage should be able to do what she is comfortable with.

Went by the Palace to see if they had anyone new to replace the girls that left recently. Greeted by same Lady that never leaves, older, unattractive, no extras, strictly business. She said "no time!" judging by the empty parking spots and her chilly reception she probably knew what I wanted and didn't want to give it ti me.

On this ponderous day, Mr. Factor was on a secret Top Gun training mission at the Aurora Airport, code name "Borealis". After doing an unauthorized fly by of the control tower, he miscalculated a wide turn and strayed over the vortex known as the Tualatin Triangle. He tried to recover, but it was too late. Emergency lights were flashing, his compass was spinning out of control, the gauges were going crazy. Soon he was helpless in a flat spin and had no choice other than to eject. His fighter jet plunged into the Tualatin River while he safely parachuted on top of the McDonalds. He cut himself free, and scrambled off the roof, but he was disoriented and thought he was in enemy territory. He quickly went to the closest care facility where he was greeted by two foreign looking aliens disguised as nurses. One was taller, thinner and older, the other was younger, shorter, slightly thicker, but quite attractive, with beautiful hair. The younger girl ushered him into a room then instructed him to lay on the table so she could assess his injuries and administer the best type of care she could think of. Mr Factor felt confused but followed her instructions to remove all of his clothing so she could do a thorough inspection. He thought perhaps her mouth had some sort of healing properties and allowed her to perform a procedure he had never received in a clinic before. This had a tremendous beneficial effect, as blood was soon flowing to areas that gave him a strange sensation, and an odd type of salute. After that, she instructed him to check her temperature by probing her. It was amazing how much better Mr Factor was feeling at this point. He continued to probe her until his body began to shake until he collapsed from exhaustion. The rest was a blur, but when he awoke he was safely back at base being scolded by an aircraft controller with coffee stains on his shirt. On to the next adventure.

[QUOTE=AverageJoseph;5968132]Strictly legit. Unless they change the manager, nothing is offered save for maybe a handy. The manager asked me why business is so slow over text and I told her. She said only massage here no funny business. To which I replied, that's really up to the masseuse isn't it. She said she would not let any one like that work there. I said I bet the owner would disagree when he sees the poor numbers and that she might want to Polish up her resume.

Save your money. There is a spot down the street to the south where you can get some TLC that you may like.[/QUOTE]I went here last weekend. Didn't get her name but woman in her 30's wearing a skirt and tight shirt was super flirty and handsy the whole time, offered standard HE but told me to keep it a secret because her manager will get mad. Maybe most people here are looking for more, but all I like is an HE so I will be back! She didn't ever even mention a tip, just took what I gave her (.4) as I walked out.

[QUOTE=WarpFactor69;5972509]On this ponderous day, Mr. Factor was on a secret Top Gun training mission at the Aurora Airport, code name "Borealis". After doing an unauthorized fly by of the control tower, he miscalculated a wide turn and strayed over the vortex known as the Tualatin Triangle. He tried to recover, but it was too late. Emergency lights were flashing, his compass was spinning out of control, the gauges were going crazy. Soon he was helpless in a flat spin and had no choice other than to eject. His fighter jet plunged into the Tualatin River while he safely parachuted on top of the McDonalds. He cut himself free, and scrambled off the roof, but he was disoriented and thought he was in enemy territory. He quickly went to the closest care facility where he was greeted by two foreign looking aliens disguised as nurses. One was taller, thinner and older, the other was younger, shorter, slightly thicker, but quite attractive, with beautiful hair. The younger girl ushered him into a room then instructed him to lay on the table so she could assess his injuries and administer the best type of care she could think of. Mr Factor felt confused but followed her instructions to remove all of his clothing so she could do a thorough inspection. He thought perhaps her mouth had some sort of healing properties and allowed her to perform a procedure he had never received in a clinic before. This had a tremendous beneficial effect, as blood was soon flowing to areas that gave him a strange sensation, and an odd type of salute. After that, she instructed him to check her temperature by probing her. It was amazing how much better Mr Factor was feeling at this point. He continued to probe her until his body began to shake until he collapsed from exhaustion. The rest was a blur, but when he awoke he was safely back at base being scolded by an aircraft controller with coffee stains on his shirt. On to the next adventure.[/QUOTE]You should have tried to glid a bit farther towards the durham shade theres a new alien that's a smokeshow.

[QUOTE=MilkyTears213;5972515]You should have tried to glid a bit farther towards the durham shade theres a new alien that's a smokeshow.[/QUOTE]I understand a little bit of obfuscation, but at least make it possible for someone who doesn't frequent these places to know where you're talking about?

My favorite has left the state and I'm looking for a new one. Here's my prioritized list of what I'm looking for. I know this is different than what most of you want.

1. Excellent Massage.

2. Caring Personality.

3. Playful.

4. Enjoys kissing / snuggling.

5. Skillful standard ending.

6. Is attractive.

7. Gives full amount of time.

8. Enjoys receiving a massage (sensual or not).

Anyone know someone that fits this bill? Age isn't an issue because they're mostly all younger than me. West side is preferable.

[QUOTE=WarpFactor69;5972509]On this ponderous day, Mr. Factor was on a secret Top Gun training mission at the Aurora Airport, code name "Borealis". After doing an unauthorized fly by of the control tower, he miscalculated a wide turn and strayed over the vortex known as the Tualatin Triangle. He tried to recover, but it was too late. Emergency lights were flashing, his compass was spinning out of control, the gauges were going crazy. Soon he was helpless in a flat spin and had no choice other than to eject. His fighter jet plunged into the Tualatin River while he safely parachuted on top of the McDonalds. He cut himself free, and scrambled off the roof, but he was disoriented and thought he was in enemy territory. He quickly went to the closest care facility where he was greeted by two foreign looking aliens disguised as nurses. One was taller, thinner and older, the other was younger, shorter, slightly thicker, but quite attractive, with beautiful hair. The younger girl ushered him into a room then instructed him to lay on the table so she could assess his injuries and administer the best type of care she could think of. Mr Factor felt confused but followed her instructions to remove all of his clothing so she could do a thorough inspection. He thought perhaps her mouth had some sort of healing properties and allowed her to perform a procedure he had never received in a clinic before. This had a tremendous beneficial effect, as blood was soon flowing to areas that gave him a strange sensation, and an odd type of salute. After that, she instructed him to check her temperature by probing her. It was amazing how much better Mr Factor was feeling at this point. He continued to probe her until his body began to shake until he collapsed from exhaustion. The rest was a blur, but when he awoke he was safely back at base being scolded by an aircraft controller with coffee stains on his shirt. On to the next adventure.[/QUOTE]Can we get a plain English version?

[QUOTE=Zippy69;5973741]Can we get a plain English version?[/QUOTE]This is a story well told and is complete in description with the exception of how much aviation fuel costs these days.

[QUOTE=WarpFactor69;5972509]One was taller, thinner and older, the other was younger, shorter, slightly thicker, but quite attractive, with beautiful hair. The younger girl ushered him into a room then instructed him to lay on the table so she could assess his injuries and administer the best type of care she could think of...[/QUOTE]Seen the younger one and wasn't really that impressed.

Definitely not the place to go if you want some semblence of a massage.