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| - Oh where to begin. This place has just been going down hill for years. The front desk rarely gets it right, and I'm happy when I deal with a few of the veteran girls there who know what they're doing. One girl with those big ear piercings and tons of makeup doesn't seem to have a clue. As for the therapists and actual massages, it's hit or miss. I like good pressure but also prefer a female, which has proven to be a more difficult task. Angela and Britney are both very good. I tried a male once, Justin or Jeremy, Jason? Wasn't awful. However, being in recently I'm afraid to try out this new herd of therapists. I wonder if that's where massage is heading, or if it's just massage envy. Some of the most unprofessional, trashy looking girls, and they can wear jeans now? With their underwear hanging out. Lovely. When you dress like that, I wonder how clean you are, and where your hands have been, and I don't want them on me. I certainly don't see professionalism, discipline, and the aptitude to not injure me on the table, because I don't like to be pampered. I don't know what the manager's thinking. Is that the professional standard? I understand this isn't the Ritz, and it's not a high class zip, but I feel like they're just missing the bar completely. From overhearing unprofessional chatter in what should be a tranquility room, staff who party, swing, and god knows what else together, aren't the type that I trust my health to. Still unsure if I'll try sticking with the veterans who haven't let me down, or if it's time to seek greener pastures.
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