Chang Mi Sauna, and others
Officially it's called the Chang Mi Sauna, and it's located in the Byrnegate Plaza Shopping Center. Right where it's always been. The other two AMPs that used to be out on Airport Highway are closed for good. You can read the gory details on Mad Jack's Shack in "The Passing of a Toledo Landmark" and "Another Toledo Landmark Passes Away". The author is a true literary genius who likes to drink bourbon, play with his gun collection and complain about the government full time.
I visited the Chang Mi about a month ago, and was greeted by an ancient mama-san at the door. It was business as usual, sort of. Instead of taking me to a room, mama-san leads me to the back room where I'm shown to a middle aged lady that shows every sign of being rode hard and put away wet 'way too many times. The lady looks at me and tells me that someone else will be my masseuse. This is not what I would call bad news, so I smile and nod like an idiot and am dutifully ensconced in a semi-private massage room by the old mama-san. I say semi-private because the partitions end somewhat short of the ceiling, so if you stood up on the table you could look over the partition and see what's going on next door.
I don't have long to wait. My masseuse is a nice looking, late twenty-something petite girl whom I cannot, for the life of me, understand. She doesn't speak much, and when she does her voice is so soft and her accent so bad that I can't understand her. She takes my money (1 hour, and I don't remember the cost) and leads me back to the table shower.
I get a nice shower, then a welcome seat in the sauna while I finish drying off, then it's back to the playroom for a little massage.
I'll giver her this: The girl really knows how to give a massage. A real professional job, and after 20 minutes or so she's making me horny as hell. I don't bother waiting for the flip. I pull out three jacksons and put them on the shelf. Her expression doesn't change, and I wonder if she's getting the message. I get the distinct impression that this girl doesn't speak much English, and understands just a little more than she speaks. She scoops up the sawbucks and tucks them in her top, then gets to work.
Now, I don't need full service. I'm not even asking for a BJ, BB or otherwise. In fact, I don't ask for anything, mainly because I don't think this girl will understand me, but also because I want to see what happens next. I'm not disappointed.
I get the best HJ I've had in five years. The girl really knows what she's doing, and she's not in any hurry. I relax and enjoy myself. I last a long time, and afterwards she cleans me up, then returns to the massage. What's this deal? Usually when it's over, it's over. Not so here. Well, who am I to argue?
She's working on my shoulders when I dimly register that another monger has come in and is making himself comfortable across the hall. While I'm getting my thighs massaged, this guy is back from the car wash and negotiating a price with the other girl, Miss High Mileage of 1923. I can't make out the words, but they come to some sort of agreement. Then there's ten minutes of silence, and he starts panting and grunting. My girl giggles quietly. I stifle a laugh. Then they get louder, and High Mileage tries to quiet him down, which is impossible. This guy is enthusiastic. My girl looks at me, her face turns a bright red and she giggles again. I start to laugh out loud and clap my hands over my mouth, which makes her laugh out loud. There's no notice from the other room.
He lasts for another three minutes, which I ostentatiously time with my watch. My girl is amused and is now smiling. With a final snort-grunt noise, the neighbors across the hall subside to an asthmatic panting and a muttered, one-sided conversation in Korean. I finish my massage and leave, well-satisfied.
I don't doubt that some mongers will have a bad experience at Chang Mi. M-1 got raided and the girls hauled off to the sneezer. Who wants to go through that? So I think that the Chang Mi is being extra careful, which is what the inspection was all about. Now me, I couldn't possibly be a cop, undercover or otherwise, which is why I didn't have any trouble. Also, I'm not sure that full service is on the menu, but I may be wrong here.
Happy mongering, and please play safe.
They need to move back out to Airport Highway
[QUOTE=MrChill;2733197]I agree with TWolf.
M1 could have relocated.
That Secor Rd is too high profile and it has morphed into the traffic corridor for UT.
That brand spanking new hotel was built as a stopping point for UT parents to utilize when they come into town and since our UT college has a good football program now it is also on the radar.
I'm not a big AMP guy but ALL the AMP's in the 419 have been in the cross hairs from City Politics. Look how many have just "happened" to have closed in the last 2/3 Years!
Same thing has happened to our Strip Joints as far as Rules and Pasties and other Bullshit. Patsies WTF.
As Far as the fucking assholes that make the Rules and Keep changing the Rules. They really want this to be Holy Toledo. (Good point by Frosty too).
MrChill.[/QUOTE]Outside the city limits. Never any issues out there that I ever heard of.
Oh well.
Reynolds and glendale behind the plaza. Holy moly
[QUOTE=WorthlessNut;2744471]I miss the good ole days, used to go to one at Reynolds and Glendale and out on Central hwy alot.[/QUOTE]One time, awesome, unreal actually, and then it was gone. Found it way too late, never had a dream like it anywhere else.
Gone but not forgotten.
Great report. Funny! I was LMAO at 3 different times in the Story. Hilarious. Thanks
[QUOTE=ShadowJack;2743193]Officially it's called the Chang Mi Sauna, and it's located in the Byrnegate Plaza Shopping Center. Right where it's always been. The other two AMPs that used to be out on Airport Highway are closed for good. You can read the gory details on Mad Jack's Shack in "The Passing of a Toledo Landmark" and "Another Toledo Landmark Passes Away". The author is a true literary genius who likes to drink bourbon, play with his gun collection and complain about the government full time.
I visited the Chang Mi about a month ago, and was greeted by an ancient mama-san at the door. It was business as usual, sort of. Instead of taking me to a room, mama-san leads me to the back room where I'm shown to a middle aged lady that shows every sign of being rode hard and put away wet 'way too many times. The lady looks at me and tells me that someone else will be my masseuse. This is not what I would call bad news, so I smile and nod like an idiot and am dutifully ensconced in a semi-private massage room by the old mama-san. I say semi-private because the partitions end somewhat short of the ceiling, so if you stood up on the table you could look over the partition and see what's going on next door.
I don't have long to wait. My masseuse is a nice looking, late twenty-something petite girl whom I cannot, for the life of me, understand. She doesn't speak much, and when she does her voice is so soft and her accent so bad that I can't understand her. She takes my money (1 hour, and I don't remember the cost) and leads me back to the table shower.
I get a nice shower, then a welcome seat in the sauna while I finish drying off, then it's back to the playroom for a little massage.
I'll giver her this: The girl really knows how to give a massage. A real professional job, and after 20 minutes or so she's making me horny as hell. I don't bother waiting for the flip. I pull out three jacksons and put them on the shelf. Her expression doesn't change, and I wonder if she's getting the message. I get the distinct impression that this girl doesn't speak much English, and understands just a little more than she speaks. She scoops up the sawbucks and tucks them in her top, then gets to work.
Now, I don't need full service. I'm not even asking for a BJ, BB or otherwise. In fact, I don't ask for anything, mainly because I don't think this girl will understand me, but also because I want to see what happens next. I'm not disappointed.
I get the best HJ I've had in five years. The girl really knows what she's doing, and she's not in any hurry. I relax and enjoy myself. I last a long time, and afterwards she cleans me up, then returns to the massage. What's this deal? Usually when it's over, it's over. Not so here. Well, who am I to argue?
She's working on my shoulders when I dimly register that another monger has come in and is making himself comfortable across the hall. While I'm getting my thighs massaged, this guy is back from the car wash and negotiating a price with the other girl, Miss High Mileage of 1923. I can't make out the words, but they come to some sort of agreement. Then there's ten minutes of silence, and he starts panting and grunting. My girl giggles quietly. I stifle a laugh. Then they get louder, and High Mileage tries to quiet him down, which is impossible. This guy is enthusiastic. My girl looks at me, her face turns a bright red and she giggles again. I start to laugh out loud and clap my hands over my mouth, which makes her laugh out loud. There's no notice from the other room.
He lasts for another three minutes, which I ostentatiously time with my watch. My girl is amused and is now smiling. With a final snort-grunt noise, the neighbors across the hall subside to an asthmatic panting and a muttered, one-sided conversation in Korean. I finish my massage and leave, well-satisfied.
I don't doubt that some mongers will have a bad experience at Chang Mi. M-1 got raided and the girls hauled off to the sneezer. Who wants to go through that? So I think that the Chang Mi is being extra careful, which is what the inspection was all about. Now me, I couldn't possibly be a cop, undercover or otherwise, which is why I didn't have any trouble. Also, I'm not sure that full service is on the menu, but I may be wrong here.
Happy mongering, and please play safe.[/QUOTE]Really funny story. Thanks, well done. Totally hilarious. I'm not a big AMP guy but the story was funny as shit. Especially since it's plausible. I did have a cool experience at an AMP in Phoenix many years ago with a young girl there going thru college. Hot table shower was really good and the tug in the shower almost got me. Finished with CBJ. I'm not into the High mileage girls of 1923 so that's just me, but that's really funny. Great use of words and depictions. Visited yoko on airport once several years ago or so before it closed or burnt down I think. Airport twice. Stuck with the massage and HJ when she looked over 35.
Keep writing reviews. I needed to read a story like that.
MrChill.