[batty]

I have been inside one of these second floor massage parlours in Chinatown once only. A few of them are owned by the same boss. This is because the receptionist can phone for another massage girl from a nearby massage parlour. Nothing happened. The massage woman was an ugly old hag with arthritic hands. She probably needed a therapeutic massage from me. As I left the place, I saw a Caucasian couple going upstairs to another one. They had asked for a couple massage.