Compared with some of the superb masseuses that I have had there in the past this last session was a little bit meh. When I called in to ask who was available I was told Joanne, a name I had not heard before, happy and a third person, I didn't catch the name. I should have went with third person, as happy, adorably kookie as she is, can't rub worth a damn, and if whom I saw walking out was the third person I really missed out. Nonetheless, I had a session with Joanne, who despite not really knowing what she was doing at least put in an effort. Somewhere in between an actual therapeutic massage and someone who just goes up there and covers you in oil and goes through the motions. She is short, easily past 40, with not much going to her name, no t&a and not pretty, though 20 years ago she may have been cute. I pay the normal house fee and lay down on the table shower for a perfunctory cleaning, nothing special but she did flirt a little bit. The massage was lame, and the finish was just okay, par for the course at Castle. 80 + 45. They can't all be winners now can they?
