Name of the place is spa castle and I think they use the old signs from the red Lantern precursor at the corner of around overland and Culver.
If you remember the place you had to go to upstairs with the sign somewhere as big as the rooftop light at the Luxor Las Vegas.
The location is 9th and Wilshire which is totally inappropriate for the kind of activities that are going on at this place.
It is upstairs over a bar that I have driven by about 150,000 times and would never step in.
It is close to randy's Donuts benny's Mexican and huckleberry one of these fancy schmancy breakfast joints on Wilshire.
Spa castle is anything but fancy it has the ambiance of a tunnel in Gaza uh I mean Dearborn.
The carpeting it's straight out of the Fred flintstone era.
There is absolutely no decor on the walls and as far as I can tell there are ]only two examining rooms with the break room made-up of some flop type beds.
I could not even tell if there was a bathroom.
When you go in from the downstairs there is a large sign that says spa castle and you walk up the stairs and there is a door and you are in there I suppose they are the only tenant upstairs it looked like there was a Pilates studio beforehand.
I get in and having read a review here of Luna being some outstanding piece of Wagyu I figure I would try her.
Luna answers and Luna looks like she does nails in Hacienda heights and not blowjobs in Santa Monica she is older with that reddish shit ass dye job and wearing a sort of dress that you would wear if you were going to a church at a nudist colony.
I asked if there was another girl there and now comes Angela.
Angela has a little more of a younger body and no fake hair coloring, who the living fuck knows how old she is.
She has a face that is as homely as that Guthrie woman that's been missing for about two years now and kind of a dead flat ass you could use to check the level of a high speed rail.
Weak man madd tits.
Ids I did not see any baby damage and there was no tattoos covering up her stomach.
She was wearing a sort of sun dress with almost lime clean panties she wasted quite a bit of time on the massage and I asked her to turn down the house lights and at least her breath smelled less than horrible.
She had me turn over without doing much crack work we do a brief negotiation as I was willing to pay the full $200 plus the 60 house. It was a rather subdued experience, after a blowjob on dan bilzerian level steroids, I did most of the position standing and tried my best to get a groove on in doggy. What I did was gyrate my penor inside of her love cave and she kept saying dancing dancing which was kind of annoying but it seemed like she got very wet down there and after I went flat doggy she kind of turned on the Cuisinart pussy mixer and I got close enough but there was no way I was going to make it in the glad bag.
So I pulled out and she got off the bed to begin a manual transmission she then let out two of the loudest pussy explosions in recorded western civilization I thought I was at del Taco in Los Robles on the five going to the bathroom with a long haul trucker who just had two burrito supremes after a 10 hour haul. It was rather frightening.
Anyhow she does this blow job where she deep throats you and you can feel the tip of your head kind of at the base of her ankles it is a little rough and not to my liking.
Anyhow this place is not probably long for the planet the minute somebody figures out what's going on up there the landlord will be put on notice and this place will be gone faster that a Clay Aiken hard on at a strip club.
200 tip, 60 for the house.
