North side of Lakeshore in a little strip plaza. The place has a soaped window, a tiny sign that says "Lucky Star" and an OPEN sign. I dropped by this place 3 or 4 days before Christmas. It's obviously quite new. Walked in the door and found myself in an apparently abandoned shop populated by 4 or 5 pieces of randomly placed exercise equipment and an enormously large bra, which was laid out on top of a radiator.
After standing there and coughing for a minute or so I heard an "uh oh" emanate from the basement, whereupon a nice looking, very petite, Hungarian (she told me later) attendant came up the stairs and began apologizing for the place being new and "not so nice". She took me downstairs to an ice cold room (yep, in the basement) that was just about big enough to let the 2 of us inside. Asked me if I wanted a shower... which prompted me to silently mouth "as if".
She went and fetched a heater. Preliminary discussions were had and the massage began. Her (sorry, I don't recall her name) English was very poor, she was very nervous, apologized constantly and had the most off-putting habit of giggling incessantly during the BS portion. When the BS would result in the kind of skin-to-skin contact that I'd normally consider sensuous, she'd say "Woo-woo". When I told her she was pretty (which she was) she started to tell me about this pimple she had on her cheek. Needless to say it wasn't a successful mission and though I don't think I've been around massageplanet.net long enough to claim "taking one for the team", I hope this is helpful info for others. Will repeat often... as soon as there's 6 moons in the sky and an ice hockey league in hell.
After standing there and coughing for a minute or so I heard an "uh oh" emanate from the basement, whereupon a nice looking, very petite, Hungarian (she told me later) attendant came up the stairs and began apologizing for the place being new and "not so nice". She took me downstairs to an ice cold room (yep, in the basement) that was just about big enough to let the 2 of us inside. Asked me if I wanted a shower... which prompted me to silently mouth "as if".
She went and fetched a heater. Preliminary discussions were had and the massage began. Her (sorry, I don't recall her name) English was very poor, she was very nervous, apologized constantly and had the most off-putting habit of giggling incessantly during the BS portion. When the BS would result in the kind of skin-to-skin contact that I'd normally consider sensuous, she'd say "Woo-woo". When I told her she was pretty (which she was) she started to tell me about this pimple she had on her cheek. Needless to say it wasn't a successful mission and though I don't think I've been around massageplanet.net long enough to claim "taking one for the team", I hope this is helpful info for others. Will repeat often... as soon as there's 6 moons in the sky and an ice hockey league in hell.