There’s little fanfare, and absolutely no coddling, for customers at this tiny tui na massage parlor. Once they’re buzzed in off the foyer of a residential building, clients are unceremoniously ushered into one of three cramped, shabbily carpeted rooms, separated from the reception desk—and its ringing phone—by flimsy curtains. After disrobing then lying prone on one of the massage tables, they’re asked if they want a 10-, 30-, 45-, or 60-minute massage. A digital alarm is then set for the appointed time, and without further discussion, the massage begins. Practitioners here use deep, vigorous tui na techniques, which involve strenuous kneading and rolling with the hands, forearms, and elbows; rather than being lulled into relaxation, clients literally have the knots—and stress—squeezed out of them. Luxury hounds who prefer gentle, soothing strokes won’t be happy here, but those who need an immediate antidote for hunched shoulders or aching backs tend to become return customers. Prices here are such a bargain that they can afford to.
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