This account is solely the statement of the person involved. The place was the massage shop next to the property management office of Building 8, Xinghui, in Xigang. That night, he went there for a 90-minute service. After he entered, the shop first introduced the masseuse, saying she was Vietnamese. He took that at face value and did not think much of it, but as they talked and interacted afterward, the more he looked, the more something seemed off, and he felt the person was actually Cambodian.
He later asked directly: Wasn’t she supposed to be Vietnamese? But the shop’s response remained vague, without any clear explanation. What made him even more angry was that later other inconsistencies appeared as well: a Vietnamese person was introduced as a Chinese technician, and the identities kept shifting back and forth among Chinese technician, Vietnamese, and Cambodian. To put it bluntly, he felt he was paying for a service, not paying to guess what country the person was actually from.
The matter did not end there. According to him, the day after the service ended, his body showed obvious abnormalities. He said he had not had any related sexual activity in the previous two months, so he was immediately stunned. Still, he left some room in what he said and did not directly insist that the problem definitely came from this shop. His meaning was simple: what exactly happened still has to be checked at a hospital, and the results should speak for themselves.
But at this exact moment, he also discovered that some of his previous chat records with the shop were gone. That made it even harder for him to accept. In his view, if the shop really had no problem, why would the chat records disappear? In this night-life business area, with brightly lit storefronts and waves of motorcycle exhaust drifting through, what customers really want is transparent spending. When the identity story is a mess and the records later disappear, anyone would be furious.
At present, his attitude is also quite straightforward: first go get checked, and preserve whatever evidence should be preserved. He does not want to start cursing at each other online from afar. If the examination shows no problem, he will accept it himself; but if a problem really is found in the end, then he hopes the shop will not pretend not to know. There are quite a few small shops like this on the local streets, and you can place an order within minutes of walking in. But the more casual this kind of business looks, the more it depends on one honest word. 200 yuan is not a large sum, but this stomachful of doubts caused by it is what feels worst of all.
