"You never truly know what a 'massage parlor' is really like until you step inside and get a treatment yourself. The service was terrible and nowhere near a proper massage; they did little more than rub oil on the skin. Worse, they performed a bizarre massage on my husband with his underwear pulled completely down. I wouldn't normally turn to look at him during a massage, but a strange gut feeling made me push away the thick towels on my head to check. While my underwear was left alone, he was lying there entirely naked. It was a shocking sight, though the room was too dark to see clearly at first. It felt obvious that this wasn't his first time. I am now seriously considering a divorce."