I love my business trips to Toronto (even during the winter!) for obvious reasons. Just to help you appreciate how lucky you are...
In my hometown in the US, I got so excited that I found an AMP in the Chinatown section. Man, oh man - how different from Toronto. It was $30 (US), but what a disgusting dive. It was on the 6th floor of a dirty, disgusting, smelly building. The room itself was heated only by a small space heater, and there was a horrible draft coming in through the window. The massage table was almost the same size as the room itself. I mean, from lying on the table, I could reach beside me and touch the door, and in front of my head to touch the drafty window. The room was so small the attendant had to move the heater to move from one side to the other. Showers? Haaaa. Closest shower was probably in the hotel several locks away. The attendant was approximately 50 years old, and kept a heavy sweater on through the whole thing. No teasing at all. After 25 minutes, she told me to turn over. I'm thinking OK, here comes at least a decent ending to make this miserable experience semi-worthwhile. Instead, she lightly rubs my chest and belly, gives me a friendly pat on my thigh, and says time is up. I pointed to the area she failed to address, and asked her if she would finish. She said I could pay an extra $30 for more (I'm not sure what that meant). Knowing that a happy ending is pretty standard in Toronto MP's, and for just $20 some extras start to kick in, I figured I'd offer her $20 just to ensure a "complete" massage. She ran out of the room into her office, slammed the door, and yelled back "30 dollars!!!" I told her we'd be done in 5 minutes, and $20 was my limit. She yelled back, "You want extra - 30 dollars." At that point I figured, "Hey, who needs her."
So I finished, got dressed, and took off. :-(
In my hometown in the US, I got so excited that I found an AMP in the Chinatown section. Man, oh man - how different from Toronto. It was $30 (US), but what a disgusting dive. It was on the 6th floor of a dirty, disgusting, smelly building. The room itself was heated only by a small space heater, and there was a horrible draft coming in through the window. The massage table was almost the same size as the room itself. I mean, from lying on the table, I could reach beside me and touch the door, and in front of my head to touch the drafty window. The room was so small the attendant had to move the heater to move from one side to the other. Showers? Haaaa. Closest shower was probably in the hotel several locks away. The attendant was approximately 50 years old, and kept a heavy sweater on through the whole thing. No teasing at all. After 25 minutes, she told me to turn over. I'm thinking OK, here comes at least a decent ending to make this miserable experience semi-worthwhile. Instead, she lightly rubs my chest and belly, gives me a friendly pat on my thigh, and says time is up. I pointed to the area she failed to address, and asked her if she would finish. She said I could pay an extra $30 for more (I'm not sure what that meant). Knowing that a happy ending is pretty standard in Toronto MP's, and for just $20 some extras start to kick in, I figured I'd offer her $20 just to ensure a "complete" massage. She ran out of the room into her office, slammed the door, and yelled back "30 dollars!!!" I told her we'd be done in 5 minutes, and $20 was my limit. She yelled back, "You want extra - 30 dollars." At that point I figured, "Hey, who needs her."
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