I went there once. The front lady looked like an overmake-upped corpse, the girl that came into the room had just eaten some nasty garlic-y smelling stuff and provided a weak massage followed by a hand job with the old head turn. She obviously hated doing what she did (and I'm not a big fat glutton). Anyways, the whole experience was very cold and rushed. I had a similar experience at Diamond down the road and Butterfly. I never do the Hastings MP thing any more.