I don't post much but hopefully sharing my experience at this dump will make up for some of my lurking.
I been passing this place on Kingston Rd where it connects with St Clair for sometime and thought I'd TOFTT. Place is in a small strip mall. A bunch of kids were hanging around the nearby coffee shop. I don't really care who seems me but they were obviously observing the traffic going in and it made me feel ill at ease to start. If anomity is a concern you won't go near the place.
Once in, I'm greeting by older mama san. I'm thinking "I hope shes not the attendant" and she mumbles something about another girl so I figure how much worse can it be. Anyway, shes leaves me in the room and once she closes the door I am over whelmed by this dank, moldy smell. Ok, I can handle the smell. Extermely basic conditions and a garbage can full of tissues. I am usually not too anal about cleanliness but this place was over the top ...to the extent that I carefully hang my clothes to minimize roach migration. As I am laying down I am once again assaulted by a new odour of B.O of the towel on the table. No spares in the room so I flipped it over which was slightly better. Then I waited (and waited) thinking okay, how could this get worse. (I know...mama san is the attendant!)
So okay, this is getting so bad its funny, (kinda). She proceeds to give me the worst message ever. She was rubbing my shoulders for at least 10 min in the exact same spot until I finally told to shift positions. Then, with the roll over, I could barely get the enthusiam for the finish but, like Woody Allen said "even my worst orgasm was right up there" she concluded with the most uninspired mechanical finish ever.
Anyway, thinking thank god its over, I quickly exit, only to be greeted by the kids in front of the coffee shop making comments and cat calls etc. I didn't feel threatened but it sure didn't add to the experience.
Finally, I get home and a roach falls out of the cuff of my pants....geeeez.
Do your self a favour and stay away from this place
I been passing this place on Kingston Rd where it connects with St Clair for sometime and thought I'd TOFTT. Place is in a small strip mall. A bunch of kids were hanging around the nearby coffee shop. I don't really care who seems me but they were obviously observing the traffic going in and it made me feel ill at ease to start. If anomity is a concern you won't go near the place.
Once in, I'm greeting by older mama san. I'm thinking "I hope shes not the attendant" and she mumbles something about another girl so I figure how much worse can it be. Anyway, shes leaves me in the room and once she closes the door I am over whelmed by this dank, moldy smell. Ok, I can handle the smell. Extermely basic conditions and a garbage can full of tissues. I am usually not too anal about cleanliness but this place was over the top ...to the extent that I carefully hang my clothes to minimize roach migration. As I am laying down I am once again assaulted by a new odour of B.O of the towel on the table. No spares in the room so I flipped it over which was slightly better. Then I waited (and waited) thinking okay, how could this get worse. (I know...mama san is the attendant!)
So okay, this is getting so bad its funny, (kinda). She proceeds to give me the worst message ever. She was rubbing my shoulders for at least 10 min in the exact same spot until I finally told to shift positions. Then, with the roll over, I could barely get the enthusiam for the finish but, like Woody Allen said "even my worst orgasm was right up there" she concluded with the most uninspired mechanical finish ever.
Anyway, thinking thank god its over, I quickly exit, only to be greeted by the kids in front of the coffee shop making comments and cat calls etc. I didn't feel threatened but it sure didn't add to the experience.
Finally, I get home and a roach falls out of the cuff of my pants....geeeez.
Do your self a favour and stay away from this place
