Wow, this takes me back and not to a happy place.
A week after visiting this establishment, I forget what it was called back then, I had a call from Plod to attend an interview at the station regarding an 'incident'.
My car number plate had been spotted in the vicinity at the time, so the story went.
However, it wasn't exactly that. The parlour had been under police observation when i called, and by dumb luck, the only parking place near was right outside. So I was spotted getting out of my car, walking into the place, and no doubt out again later with a stupid grin fixed to my face. I do remember it was an excellent punt !
Plod wanted me to spill the beans on the "wash and wank" as they called it. I remained tight lipped - legit massage and all that shit. Why would I park right outside if I was up to anything dodgy? The cop knew I was lying, I knew he knew I was lying. Stalemate. I walked and never heard anything about it again, thank God.
Hmm, was it called The Retreat in those days? Anyway, I'm sure you can understand I was reluctant ever to return, even if the law on these establishments has softened somewhat in the intervening years.
Sorry I can't recommend, I just thought you'd like to hear my little story!