Back in the 70’s, entering an Asian Massage Parlor was like being an honored guest of the Emperor in “The Forbidden City,” and being treated to his concubines.
The Asian mystique in this business is fast-fading as they become more and more westernized.
When I started going to AMP’s years ago, you could expect a very unique oriental hospitality and demeanor which was genuine and well worth the money.
They have now dispensed with that boutique-like caring service, as the fast-paced, money-grubbing, assembly-line service has replaced the elegant caring quality it once possessed.
AMP’s that tout legitimate massage are still a bargain and they maintain quality and honesty of service. In a legitimate Asian spa, an hour means an hour. But, full-service AMP’s, I avoid. The mixture of a good massage and full-service gets so muddled and convoluted in these AMP’s these days. Money to the house, money to the girl, extra costs assigned to every maneuver, time devoted to massage, time devoted to full-service, customers calling interrupting, mamasan’s treachery and fake smile; I can do without.
Grabbing a girl off the streets and getting your fair share seems to be the only honest game in town. She represents herself as an independent contractor and her survival is intertwined with her services.