There was a massage parlor in Odessa called The Healing Touch that turned out to be a little more than just your standard massage... it was the home of a prostitution and drug ring!
my favorite part of The Healing Touch story out of Odessa was the fact that an old mechanic in my hometown (Monahans) was busted, and as my mom was telling me the story, she kept referring to the place as "The Finishing Touch." Classically freudian.
unfortunately, my SO's parents got into town 2 hours early and we didn't get to go, and couldn't reschedule later today because they were full. thanks for the feedback, though! will update once we actually get our massages and let you all know!
I've used them before. I stopped going, though, because the lady was telling me things about her life that made me uncomfortable. That was 4 years ago, though.