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Bangkok KLOVER - Second Visit FOLK ---- Klover Massages
2025-05-13 21:37:24
Bangkok KLOVER - Second Visit: FOLK
This was already my second time at this massage place. Last time the masseur was Mike. This time, with experience from booking, I could transfer the deposit they required directly via Line and pay the remaining amount on site. I chose a 1790 two-hour oil massage. On Line I also asked about the difference between PRO and MASTER; they said MASTER are their in-house trained technicians and the tip should be 300, while PRO brings their own skills and tips start at 500.
At the venue they asked if I was willing to pay cash for a 5% discount; I still paid by card.
At reception there was hardly anyone else. After the front desk had me fill out the pre-treatment form, FOLK came out to guide me into the curtain. Behind that curtain is a corridor with doors on both sides; along the way there’s a small raised step—be careful.
My first impression of the therapist: his head shape didn’t match the photo—maybe the photo was edited. Also his hair direction limited his hairstyle, which I didn’t like; he looked like a 40-something actor who hasn’t been a boss for a long time, though I’d estimate his actual body and age at under thirty.
FOLK led me to the penultimate room near the end of the corridor. From the outside the doors all look the same, so I expected the interior layout to be similar. The massage room was square; there was a plastic shower stall to one side and a small sofa to put your clothes on—just the right amount of space. But the air conditioner was directly above the head; if the blades blow downward it would be freezing. That’s an unavoidable drawback of a small room.
The therapist first asked me to confirm the time he had brought me into the room. I looked at the digital clock—17:05. Then he signaled me to shower and lie on the massage bed to wait for him. After he left, I picked up the large towel—wow! I was pleasantly surprised; the towel was just dried.
After rinsing, I set the room AC to 26°C and lowered the fan speed. I know therapists get hot while working, but I don’t want to risk catching a cold and feeling miserable for a week.
When the therapist returned he started the massage. The whole thing was boring. For starters, I had filled out my preferred pressure and areas to focus on at the desk, but he never confirmed any of that with me, which made the front desk’s work pointless and exposed a management breakdown—very unprofessional. His hands weren’t warmed up before pressing on me, which felt uncomfortable. His technique felt like someone shuffling a deck for the first time—random up-and-down rubbing—pinching ankles with elbows on the calves, or both hands out of sync, hitting and separating randomly. Occasionally he’d suddenly do a “groin reach.” Really boring, no creativity, out!
Turning me over was even more dull. On me he was like unfolding a landscape map—this compared to that, drawing here and there—I wondered when my muscles became impressionist. Then, very inappropriately, he asked if I wanted to do a special. I wasn’t frozen or unheard; I just didn’t want to answer. Then he actually asked a second time~~ 😮💨.
At 18:53 I stood on the iron stairs outside KLOVER thinking: it had started raining while I climbed up so it was slippery, and now I have to slide down the iron stairs—this will be bad!
Downstairs there’s a European-style restaurant; the food was quite good. The owner, who talks with wide-open eyes, was actually very friendly. Don’t think I jumped straight to eating because I missed the best part of the massage—no, it’s not that I didn’t mention it, nothing happened. Therapist, you really weren’t my type, and your technique was nonsense. So when he quoted a sky-high price and then immediately dropped to half within three seconds, my already cold body got even colder.
Looks didn’t match, technique was sloppy. How long have I been letting you take advantage? My younger brother showed no interest from start to finish, do you even need to ask? Before I left the room they reminded me to give a tip—yes, I held 500 in my hand, the basic PRO fee! This reminded me of a Dongguan rich brother who said, if the girl doesn’t like it, give her 500 to send her away... Well, today I also experienced what it’s like to be a big brother or a rich guy, haha!
Finally, one more thing: the above is my real experience and personal impression. If you don’t believe me, try it yourself—I’ll wait for you to correct me!
Klover Massages
Thanon Nang Linchi, Chong Nonsi, Yan Nawa, Bangkok 10120 Thailand
This was already my second time at this massage place. Last time the masseur was Mike. This time, with experience from booking, I could transfer the deposit they required directly via Line and pay the remaining amount on site. I chose a 1790 two-hour oil massage. On Line I also asked about the difference between PRO and MASTER; they said MASTER are their in-house trained technicians and the tip should be 300, while PRO brings their own skills and tips start at 500.
At the venue they asked if I was willing to pay cash for a 5% discount; I still paid by card.
At reception there was hardly anyone else. After the front desk had me fill out the pre-treatment form, FOLK came out to guide me into the curtain. Behind that curtain is a corridor with doors on both sides; along the way there’s a small raised step—be careful.
My first impression of the therapist: his head shape didn’t match the photo—maybe the photo was edited. Also his hair direction limited his hairstyle, which I didn’t like; he looked like a 40-something actor who hasn’t been a boss for a long time, though I’d estimate his actual body and age at under thirty.
FOLK led me to the penultimate room near the end of the corridor. From the outside the doors all look the same, so I expected the interior layout to be similar. The massage room was square; there was a plastic shower stall to one side and a small sofa to put your clothes on—just the right amount of space. But the air conditioner was directly above the head; if the blades blow downward it would be freezing. That’s an unavoidable drawback of a small room.
The therapist first asked me to confirm the time he had brought me into the room. I looked at the digital clock—17:05. Then he signaled me to shower and lie on the massage bed to wait for him. After he left, I picked up the large towel—wow! I was pleasantly surprised; the towel was just dried.
After rinsing, I set the room AC to 26°C and lowered the fan speed. I know therapists get hot while working, but I don’t want to risk catching a cold and feeling miserable for a week.
When the therapist returned he started the massage. The whole thing was boring. For starters, I had filled out my preferred pressure and areas to focus on at the desk, but he never confirmed any of that with me, which made the front desk’s work pointless and exposed a management breakdown—very unprofessional. His hands weren’t warmed up before pressing on me, which felt uncomfortable. His technique felt like someone shuffling a deck for the first time—random up-and-down rubbing—pinching ankles with elbows on the calves, or both hands out of sync, hitting and separating randomly. Occasionally he’d suddenly do a “groin reach.” Really boring, no creativity, out!
Turning me over was even more dull. On me he was like unfolding a landscape map—this compared to that, drawing here and there—I wondered when my muscles became impressionist. Then, very inappropriately, he asked if I wanted to do a special. I wasn’t frozen or unheard; I just didn’t want to answer. Then he actually asked a second time~~ 😮💨.
At 18:53 I stood on the iron stairs outside KLOVER thinking: it had started raining while I climbed up so it was slippery, and now I have to slide down the iron stairs—this will be bad!
Downstairs there’s a European-style restaurant; the food was quite good. The owner, who talks with wide-open eyes, was actually very friendly. Don’t think I jumped straight to eating because I missed the best part of the massage—no, it’s not that I didn’t mention it, nothing happened. Therapist, you really weren’t my type, and your technique was nonsense. So when he quoted a sky-high price and then immediately dropped to half within three seconds, my already cold body got even colder.
Looks didn’t match, technique was sloppy. How long have I been letting you take advantage? My younger brother showed no interest from start to finish, do you even need to ask? Before I left the room they reminded me to give a tip—yes, I held 500 in my hand, the basic PRO fee! This reminded me of a Dongguan rich brother who said, if the girl doesn’t like it, give her 500 to send her away... Well, today I also experienced what it’s like to be a big brother or a rich guy, haha!
Finally, one more thing: the above is my real experience and personal impression. If you don’t believe me, try it yourself—I’ll wait for you to correct me!
Klover Massages
Thanon Nang Linchi, Chong Nonsi, Yan Nawa, Bangkok 10120 Thailand
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