Massage Parlor Reports

[FunTravel]

Ignore that advice. Only wharf and brownfinger are worth the free water. 1632 is a pre morgue testing facility and you need to cross check I'd of the provider against obituary. The poster is a known fan of anyediluvian distaff massage techs.

Was looking up some of those spots seem more on the older side. So between Wharf and Goldfinger on a Sunday night which one? For young and service? If I had time would of like to check out your k orgs place but only in LA for a few hrs.

[PriscillaM]

This is probably taboo but I'm looking for a place with a good massage and a girl who doesn't mind me bringing it home myself. You might think I should just go to any old spot but I'm worried about them being upset that I don't want to pay HJ tip.

Why not just get a legit massage at like burke Williams and pull your cock out.

[PriscillaM]

It's a target-rich environment, with six or seven good MPs along Westwood Blvd. From Blue Tide near Pico to Soul to Soul (not recommended) to (no name) at 2247 (recommended) to Goldfinger at 1900 and Oriental at 1874 (I have no experience with either) Acu Therapy at 1840 is said to be legit. Across Santa Monica Blvd are 4 or 5 more. CEO is one I have had a very good experience with. #1632.

You can get some info with are ub m aps ch.

Ignore that advice. Only wharf and brownfinger are worth the free water. 1632 is a pre morgue testing facility and you need to cross check I'd of the provider against obituary. The poster is a known fan of anyediluvian distaff massage techs.

[Willie23]

I will be staying around wharf and goldfinger spas. Any info on them or close by spas. Do any of the Thai spas have extras. Really just looking for younger and at least BBBJ. If you need info on Chicago spa or apartment I can help and have a few in Denver as well. DM if you like thanks for any info.

It's a target-rich environment, with six or seven good MPs along Westwood Blvd. From Blue Tide near Pico to Soul to Soul (not recommended) to (no name) at 2247 (recommended) to Goldfinger at 1900 and Oriental at 1874 (I have no experience with either) Acu Therapy at 1840 is said to be legit. Across Santa Monica Blvd are 4 or 5 more. CEO is one I have had a very good experience with. #1632.

You can get some info with are ub m aps ch.

[CarlosD3]

This is probably taboo but I'm looking for a place with a good massage and a girl who doesn't mind me bringing it home myself. You might think I should just go to any old spot but I'm worried about them being upset that I don't want to pay HJ tip.

Check out Rose Massage in Koreatown. You can thank my blue balls after. But you should consider tipping $0. 50 for every pound you are overweight.

[FunTravel]

I will be staying around wharf and goldfinger spas. Any info on them or close by spas. Do any of the Thai spas have extras. Really just looking for younger and at least BBBJ. If you need info on Chicago spa or apartment I can help and have a few in Denver as well. DM if you like thanks for any info.

[PopTawt]

This is probably taboo but I'm looking for a place with a good massage and a girl who doesn't mind me bringing it home myself. You might think I should just go to any old spot but I'm worried about them being upset that I don't want to pay HJ tip.

[Fat Jerk76]

Seems that RM website doesn't give you free access to reviews anymore when you contribute. Probably a good thing since too many cheap bastards posting fakes.

Anyway, went to my favorite haunt in Culver again, Wen, and gave my fave provider (with the awesome breasts) the opportunity to try something new after the flip. I told her to hit my dick. She got excited to smack it. She very thoughtfully confirmed I want my dick smacked and not the balls. I said no, not the balls, hit my dick. She smiled and went to work.

After the sesh she tells me she's been getting a lot of customers coming in asking for her by name and asking for full service. Wen is not a full service shop. You're scaring her.

[Fat Jerk76]

bong water soup.

LOL. Writer's strike is over and our wordsmith brethren have returned to the trenches.

[PriscillaM]

Good god, I hadn't seen that yet. They're always coming up with new ways to innovate over there. Imagine if they put this much effort into bleaching the tubs.

Fuck, I'm probably going to go back soon. Some men just want to watch their wallet burn.

Not sure if you got my PM, but the fact that the outfit is managed by a stereotype does not augur well, and if you want a schematic to prove what the place must be like behind the tub, well, look at the city of Los Angeles, which is now "rehomelessing" - for a bit there, they were cleaning out these CHUDs but now entire parts of West l. A. , which is the only part of l. A. That matters, is being repurposed into a first world UNWRA refugee camp.

As for using the tubs there, well, this video should just about do it for the fly bys maverick.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6hO7dYmaOQ

[Gruyere]

https://zenencounters.com/

The website provides enough data to find out that this place is a low level scam.

Good god, I hadn't seen that yet. They're always coming up with new ways to innovate over there. Imagine if they put this much effort into bleaching the tubs.

Fuck, I'm probably going to go back soon. Some men just want to watch their wallet burn.

[PriscillaM]

Fellas, I want to give back to this fine upstanding community.

https://zenencounters.com/

The website provides enough data to find out that this place is a low level scam.

[PlayerN818]

Fellas, I want to give back to this fine upstanding community. Been lurking for awhile, as I've been pretty active hobbying the past year or two. I think it was the 2nd Pfizer dose that made me want to go around town collecting room temp bottles of water. Without your collective wisdom, I'd probably be wasting my life with a different hobby like rescuing dogs or teaching prisoners to read.

I have some thoughts on AMPs, nuru joints, k-girls, PD, etc but for now I want to tell you about my trips to Sacred Zen. Starting here because it's the weirdest.

I read the warnings about SZ. Everyone was right. But I went 5 times anyway. . .

Well done. The subtle nods were noticed.

[OakOak22]

Fellas, I want to give back to this fine upstanding community. Been lurking for awhile, as I've been pretty active hobbying the past year or two. I think it was the 2nd Pfizer dose that made me want to go around town collecting room temp bottles of water. Without your collective wisdom, I'd probably be wasting my life with a different hobby like rescuing dogs or teaching prisoners to read.

I have some thoughts on AMPs, nuru joints, k-girls, PD, etc but for now I want to tell you about my trips to Sacred Zen. Starting here because it's the weirdest.

I read the warnings about SZ. Everyone was right. But I went 5 times anyway.

It's a special kind of masochism, patronizing that place. You walk in and the first thing you see is a front desk person watching videos on their phone. They hate you. You can try asking to see a gal whose ad you saw. It might work out. They'll tell you she needs 5 minutes but it's actually 30. But don't worry you've already paid the house fee so you're pot committed. Luckily that gives you some time to sit on the faux velvet bench in the lobby and fuck around on your phone, wondering if now you too will smell like bong water soup. The overall vibe is like if the production designer from Do The Right Thing tried to replicate the opium den in McCabe and Mrs. Miller. I would usually cross paths with at least one dude while waiting, and because I'm a decent citizen I avoid acknowledging his existence.

The first time I was there, it was early afternoon on a Saturday. I had been curious about the place and they were running some fake special on BP. I called for an appt, as the ad instructed, and the front desk girl pretty much said they don't take appointments and I'm a piece of shit for calling. Sweet, see you in 30 then..

Please continue to post, I loved every word of your reviews. Thanks for the Intel.

[Gruyere]

Fellas, I want to give back to this fine upstanding community. Been lurking for awhile, as I've been pretty active hobbying the past year or two. I think it was the 2nd Pfizer dose that made me want to go around town collecting room temp bottles of water. Without your collective wisdom, I'd probably be wasting my life with a different hobby like rescuing dogs or teaching prisoners to read.

I have some thoughts on AMPs, nuru joints, k-girls, PD, etc but for now I want to tell you about my trips to Sacred Zen. Starting here because it's the weirdest.

I read the warnings about SZ. Everyone was right. But I went 5 times anyway.

It's a special kind of masochism, patronizing that place. You walk in and the first thing you see is a front desk person watching videos on their phone. They hate you. You can try asking to see a gal whose ad you saw. It might work out. They'll tell you she needs 5 minutes but it's actually 30. But don't worry you've already paid the house fee so you're pot committed. Luckily that gives you some time to sit on the faux velvet bench in the lobby and fuck around on your phone, wondering if now you too will smell like bong water soup. The overall vibe is like if the production designer from Do The Right Thing tried to replicate the opium den in McCabe and Mrs. Miller. I would usually cross paths with at least one dude while waiting, and because I'm a decent citizen I avoid acknowledging his existence.

The first time I was there, it was early afternoon on a Saturday. I had been curious about the place and they were running some fake special on BP. I called for an appt, as the ad instructed, and the front desk girl pretty much said they don't take appointments and I'm a piece of shit for calling. Sweet, see you in 30 then.

After the aforementioned sitting around, a girl came to collect me. Super skinny brunette, late 20's & hot, like actually, not in the HYA way. We'll call her T. She says it's her first day on the job which I thought was bullshit. However I quickly realized it very much was.

She leads me to a room upstairs where she's running water in the tub and there's two massage tables. As I'm getting comfortable and chatting, T sets up a 60 minute timer on her phone and props it up for us to see during the session. Bless her heart she thought I actually wanted to be there for the full hour. She asks if I want a massage or bath first. I say bath.

We get in and it's a bit awkward. She kinda hybrid wash / massages me while telling me about her studies. She says at her other gig she works with old people and I'm the first non-geriatric she's given a bath to. Obviously I'm rock hard. She's only wearing a bikini bottom and after a few minutes she's like "do you care if I take it off?" No, leave it on, trollop.

So now she's naked and grinding on me in the tub. Folks, I liked it. After a few more minutes I say we should move to the table. I didn't want to bust in the tub because I am, once again, a decent citizen. We get out and she puts her bottoms back on as I dry off for four and a half seconds.

Now I do enjoy the build-up of a massage. She did not know what she was doing at all but the effort was appreciated. In retrospect I regretted not just telling her the order of operations- back, legs, colonoscopy, flip. She was all over the place. Eventually I was just like "hey I'm going to turn over now. " She was up on the table with me and by now we established that the reverse cg style grinding was working. She once again asks for my permission to remove her bikini bottom. Not in a sexy way, like she legit thought I might say no. Adorable.

A few minutes later she starts stroking (not her first day doing that thankfully) and then lays head on my leg, an inch away from my cock. She's just like smiling and staring at it as she jacks me off. Obviously a woman of her stature not being disgusted at the sight of my cock made me cum immediately.

We clean up and chat a bit more, there's something like 15 minutes left on her trusty timer. She asks how I want to spend the rest of the hour. Darling, I'm going to be deepthroating a $1. 50 Costco dog before that thing strikes zero. But I realize at no point did we discuss $$. I ask her about tip and she says she doesn't think she's supposed to do that (We say our goodbyes. I go downstairs and hand 60 to the confused front desk drone snd said "that's for T. " I have not checked the serials on wheresgeorge to see if it ever made its way to her.

'Twas a weird but fun time, so a month or two later I got a hankerin' to see T again. After my shift at the Whole Foods butcher counter I called to make sure she was there that day. Figured I'd pop by, see if the skills improved, maybe let her stare at my cock.

This time I get a different upstairs room, the red one, which was I guess is technically nicer in a roadside love shack type of way. It's spacious, af least. T looked a little worse for wear. Pale, gaunt, sweaty. The room smelled like Willie Nelson got trapped in a humidifier.

Attitude's still good and she eventually remembers me but it takes a couple minutes. I say I want to go in the tub before the massage like last time. She said she doesn't do that anymore because a guy with a bunch of face tattoos got rough with her in there. Woof. Turns out I prefer the geriatric bathing stories.

The massage was better, if not a bit rushed. Gone were the days of the countdown clock. We move to the tub and she asks me what we did last time and I said HJ. She says What if I blow you for 100? I love a businesswoman. Despite the gauntness and the Circus Circus vibes, she was still hot and thankfully good at knob slobbing. Unfortunately, and I'm only saying this because I respect all of you immensely, I did in fact bust in the tub. I mean she could've swallowed so we're both complicit. If it makes you feel better, I was probably one of the top 50 most well groomed dudes to jizz in there that month.

That was the last time I saw ol' T. She gave me her number, in a "check to see if I'm working" type way. Never felt quite right again. If it were easier to schedule I would've considered. She is no longer there, must've left early this year.

A more truncated telling of my other three visits:

I saw a late 20/ early 30's latina, D, a couple times. Nice stoner vibes, decently pretty with average but good body. Unfortunately we were in one of the downstairs rooms, which is roughly the size of Gary Coleman's coffin. The first time she was airing out her macbook because she had just dropped it in the tub. The second time she dropped her vape pen in the tub at the beginning of the session. There's a tiny bathroom attached where you have to find the least wet place to stash your clothes and phone.

D's technique was more refined than T's. Good massage, in and out of bath, and pretty legit nuru to finish. She liked to play with my junk with her feet a bit, which isn't that common in these deeply romantic trysts of mine, so I enjoyed the novelty.

The last trip was when I decided I had to declare my retirement from SZ. I went on a whim on a weeknight. Asked who was available and saw a suitable Latina, probably late 30's, don't remember her name. I agreed to wait "just a few minutes. " Ended up sitting there for 30-40 minutes. Every time I was about to leave it was "just a couple more minutes. ".

Finally got upstairs and see the bath is drawn. Tonight's hostess is pleasantly thick and in decent shape. She starts with a good but dull massage. I flip and she rather coldly asks what I want and tells me the HJ price. The directness is a turn-off for me. I missed T, just gleefully inspecting my cock like a jewel appraiser. Anyway I think we settled on 80 bucks.

I asked about the bath and she said she wouldn't be joining me because she's on her period. I'm like Oh cool the bath is kinda the reason I drove over to this dump. Anyway, would you work on my balls a little bit please? She did, probably, but it was one of my more forgettable encounters. Afterwards she says I can rinse off in the bath. The water's cold now. I get in and she leaves the room. I slosh about amongst the cold rose petals, hoping that if T's under a bridge somewhere, she at least has a warm trash can fire to get through the night.

Despite swearing off the place I sometimes check the ads. I'll give them credit that in my experience the pics are real. And knowing that, it had been pretty easy to not go back.

That's all for now, gentlemen. Next time I will tell you about some places I've been that have slightly less black mold.