The cryptic names are killing this old man
I was on the south side of town looking for a new venue. After way too much research on this forum building a rosetta stone to figure out where to go, I found a place that was inconspicuous on Carson. Met a lovely lady named Sun or Sunny who scored a 7/10 on the Indy AMP scale. Table shower and good rub down with very little tease. Little enough to make me fear the lack of HE. However, on the flip, there the menu opened up and made for an entertaining afternoon. No FS but $. 8 all in. Higher than what I'm used too but still in range of expectations.
I know the phoenix / tucson / palindrome / nini / tonight show cryptology seems like we are keeping LEO in the dark. But seriously, it's kinda silly given that a schlep like me can eventually figure it out. It makes me sad that somebody on this forum, before my time, decided we needed the subterfuge just to get a good rub down.
BTW, a suspicious unmarked dark Dodge sedan with a spot light mounted on the driver's side A-Pillar was trolling in the parking lot by the places on National. Suspicious enough to make this old man find the place on Carson.
I know A2, "take it to the 'yard". Apologies.
Geezer.