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When I lived in Malaysia 1976-1981, I would get down to Singapore once or twice a year. There was a massage parlor in an older non-descript building. You had to know where it was and how to get to it in the building. It had been recommended to me by a friend. There weren't any signs (in Singapore it was always best to avoid official notice of illicit activities). You had to negotiate a rabbit warren of hallways to find it. It had a local clientele rather than tourists. If there had ever fire been a it would have been a disaster because nobody would have been able to find their way out.

Anyway, there was a masseuse name Elsie who I always asked for. She always spent time gently ticking my perineum and would then include a rimjob before the happy ending. This was a decade before it became an expected part of encounters with masseuses in Southeast Asia.

Sadly, one time I arrived to find that she had left town. I tried to few other masseuses, but none were as good as her. After a while, I stopped going there.