The Massage Parlor Sounded Dirty, but Wasn’t.
August 12th, 2008I think it’d be hilarious if some massage parlor in some relatively crappy part of town just *screamed* “brothel” at every possible turn. Let’s say, first and foremost, it was named The Happy Ending Massage Parlor. That right there would get the cops’ attention as they passed by. Once inside, most of the rank-and-file would speak very little english, and the english they were able to speak was littered with innuendo, but it would be completely incidental.
The irony, of course, would be that the place would be just about as squeaky clean (in practice as well as it’s surfaces and implements) as any upscale gym or spa. Every sign would point to this place being the proverbial house of ill-repute, but it would just be a ridiculously long series of coincidences.
I couldn’t walk by a place like that without laughing.