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The name of this subterranean shop — where an inconspicuous sign dangles above a steep staircase — is a little deceptive. Yes, Dee Yee dispenses those herbal remedies displayed on shelves in the peg-boarded entry area, but the bigger draws (at least for clients not fluent in Mandarin) are the massage services delivered at rates that break down to less than a dollar a minute. Massage clients are led into one of three tiny cubicles, each of which has a table made-up with clean sheets then separated from the others by a shower curtain. Therapists then work in silence as New Age music tries to mask the street-level sounds that come with trucks unloading produce at the block’s many markets and fishmongers. — Sarah Gold