This joint is on 421 Rainier Ave S. It’s in a tore up one-story building that looks like a crack house. Out front there were junkies milling about. The doorway smelled like a mixture of fecal matter and cigarettes. I rang the doorbell and a Filipina in a slip came to the door and asked what I wanted without inviting me in. At that point I was kind of freaked out. I asked if they had a table shower and she said, “no.” This was weird because we’d texted ahead of time and she’d said they had one. The vibe was off so I said, “thanks” and left.