Needless to say, no one was hooking up, and we all woke up in a daze on Saturday, with the hazy memories of all eating street meat outside of the apartment building just a few hours ago. I walked back down the locker room. We got off the subway car and, using iPhones, we found a surprisingly nice storefront that said the name of the parlor. Instead, we walked in and were greeted by a pound hairy fat man bending over and exposing his asshole. After what felt like 15 minutes she pointed at me to stand, and dried me off Including the balls, which I thought was a nice touch.
Massage the left arm.
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After going to wash her hands, she kept the massage going on my shoulders, then did a head massage which, in hindsight, was disgusting. It was excessive and, frankly, unprofessional. Who are we kidding. Pictures of smokeshow Asian women. After collecting the dirty money, we walked back to the parlor, met Dirk, and walked in.