Be warned: I just visited here, requested Peter by phone in advance, and was then massaged by at least three different people, including the individual tasked with answering the phone, which they did while they were massaging me. They exploited the silence of their curtains-for-doors to make the four hand-offs appear seamless. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been nearly as awkward if each hand-off wasn’t so comically orchestrated to be undetectable! Needless to say, the skills and vibes of each were vastly different, which killed any opportunity for relaxation. Apart from that, the odor of the carpet is truly vile. (Like old shoes that have been soaked in pond water and then dried on a radiator). At any rate, the masseur who I presume was Peter was indeed very good, and I urge anyone who knows him to encourage him to do outcalls instead of working in that dirty basement and shorting paying customers of his skill.
