Zen. Self inflicted & friend zone
Men of culture: Learn from my mistake.
Dropped into Zen Spa and pulled Dora. Cute girl. Wearing black tight fitting capris. Solid B sized wrack (couldn't tell if padding was helping out or not) Didn't care, since I was there just to check the place out and get a good L1 and decent massage for a change. But she opened her mouth and this is where things took a turn. Her English was near perfect, which completely wrecked my usual "smile, nod, hope for the best" routine. Five minutes in, I'm oversharing about kids, China, her nursing school schedule. And watching any chance of extras die a slow, quiet death.
Massage, though? Fantastic. Real pressure, real technique, very legit. She "accidentally" grazed the boys a few times, so I'm confident there's potential available on future visits if I don't talk myself out of it again.
Same owner as Campy Spa and it shows: smart, educated girls, real massages, not just oil and fake effort.
Will I return? Likely yes.
Will I ask for a different girl and pretend my English is limited next time? Absolutely.