Seems the legit thing may be YMMV.
The place happened to be en route the other day and I haven't had a body scrub in a long while so I figured what the heck. Showed up unannounced. Honestly the place from the outside doesn't really look all that legit. Whatever. I asked for the 90 minutes with body scrub, paid $90 up front. The gal at the counter had a rather unpleasant scowl and she led me to a clean, tidy room. I was thinking I really hope I don't end up with Mrs. Time of the Month there. I fully disrobe and get face-down and Angela appears. Angela is sort of an awkward geeky cute, very slim with a nice top that fits her well, way too much makeup along with the tied-up hair makes her look Japanese but she definitely is speaking Chinese. She speaks maybe four words of English including hard, medium or soft. She looks pretty good when the lights are down but when the lights go up you can see she has a few years on her. She is wearing what look like PJ bottoms.
I elected for medium, which turned out to be a harder range of medium that suited me just fine. While I'm getting my rather good massage some idiot in the next room is repeatedly trying to convince the provider to come home with him. Of course his provider also spoke four words of English and so could not possibly parse what he was trying to tell her, no matter how many times he said it or-how-slow-ly. Rather annoying. Sound travels well there. Luckily my cellphone rang and I had forgotten to turn off the ringer and that seemed to have disrupted my neighbor's futile game. Angela smiled and danced to the ringtone while I fished for the phone with My Little Friend pointing about 10 degrees north. Adorable.
When I turn face-up she puts a towel on me, which of course becomes a tent. She gives the main tent pole a playful swat accompanied by a giggle, I smile, she goes on with the massage.
Off to the shower, which featured a heated table but the room was too chilly. She covered parts of my body with towels as she worked so I would not get too cold. The body scrub was interesting. I could be totally wrong but it smelled a bit like those gritty hand cleaners that mechanics use, like Gojo. I wonder if they're really using something like that versus an proper exfoliating soap. It was brought in a little glass bowl so no way to identify the source, which makes it even more suspect. The scrub was was followed up by a rinse and an AMP soap. The smell of one or both has some serious legs to it so if you're going home to an SO, be forewarned that it's gonna take a LOT of washing to get that smell off of you. She offered to do my hair and I obliged. Nice touch. During the soap and rinse she took more playful swats at My Little Friend and I just smiled.
While I'm face up on the shower table she looks at My Little Friend ("say hello to my leetle friend", LOL) and asks "you want?". I smile and nod. Nice slippery soapy handjob, fairly quick but skillfully done with lots of attention to the entire area, now more soap to deal with the jizz, more rinse, VERY thorough including a lengthy water jet right in the O-ring, then it's time to return to the room. None of her clothing ever came off and I didn't bother trying to roam, felt no need.
She gave me a cup of water, I peeled off $50 for her, which she did not count. She told me I was handsome as I donned by shades, and out I went.
If I happen to be in the neighborhood again I'd probably go back as long as I could plan around the scent issues. I like the 9o minute option. That's generally a comfy time for me. An hour feels too rushed and two hours seems overkill. In the grand scheme of things I could get a truly rockin' BBBJ and even FS on top of a decent massage for the same money in Flushing but limited to an hour, and the shower/scrub option was kinda' nice. Different options for different moods.