Last week I stopped in at Asian Baby on 50th Ave. I was met at the door by an oldish woman with a Shih Zhu looking face. I should have turned away at the door like the smart fellow behind me on the stairs did. Alas I was not so smart. I went in and found out her name is CoCo. Why is there a woman named CoCo at every Asian massage parlour? I was led into a room and got undressed and put down $160 next to the bed. CoCo came in and said "No no $200 for 30 minutes." Then I really should have just gotten dressed and left, but I did not, I paid the extra $40. CoCo started a half-assed attempt at a massage and then said "Turn over now." So I turned over and she slapped a wrapper on it and then hopped on, but soon I was smelling a smell and it was not a good smell. It was the smell of bacterial vaginosis. At that point I just called off the festivities and pulled off the wrapper to ask to head to the showers. CoCo asked if everything was alright and I was contemplating suggesting some Flagystatin for her, but instead I just said it is okay. I just need a shower now. So she made sure the shower was available and I sprinted across the hall. I got to the shower and was starting to soap up and the hand that I used to remove the wrapper approached my face and I just about hurled from the smell. I scrubbed and scrubbed in that shower and used a lot of soap. After I felt cleaner, I scrambled back across the hall and got dressed and fled and as I left CoCo said, "Come back I like you" and my only thought was, I highly doubt that I will ever be back here.