51st & Roosevelt Woodside
Tried this place two nights ago and I'll just sum it up now: I'm not going back.
Located next to a Chinese takeout place, there were some Mexican delivery guys sitting on the steps where the buzzer was located. Called ahead of time but couldn't get in because of the crowd outside so I settled for another time later in the evening. It probably doesn't help that I counted at least 3 cop cars that circled this block during the 20 minutes of which I waited.
Walked up to the floor mentioned on the phone and the 2 Chinese ladies greeting me at the door were old, round, and not very easy on the eyes. I walked in with the hopes of finding other potentials at this place (perhaps the "fit" one mentioned in the earlier review) but instead of other girls, I was in full view of another monger who looked horrified to see me. He made a dash for one of the two mini curtain rooms and I simply turned away. I got a few "oh so sorry!" statements from the elder of the two ladies, but that didn't make it any better. I should've walked at that point.
But instead, like a fool - I stayed and paid .5 for the hour. The massage by the old hag was a bit soft, nothing to write home about. Her English was quite good, as evidenced by the fact she kept talking on the phone almost half of the time. When the flip came, she asked for permission to stroke the twig and berries to which I nodded. Attempted to get some UTC action and the hand was met with a sweaty boob, an old saggy one with super long nips at that. Nothing worse than a sweaty boob and a smelly cooch (not that I know but can assume).
It took me awhile to finish and even she got tired and asked if I could finish myself off. I did out of pity for myself, but the slather of oil even made it hard for me to get something going.
When all was said and done, I tipped .2. She didn't seem to complain and I didn't seem to care. I was leaving and won't be coming back anytime soon.