From the outside, the tiny Fishion Herb Center on Mott Street looks like any other Manhattan Chinatown massage place. That is, like a place you’d probably be better off walking right past. It’s not ...
It’s a moment burned into my brain: Half-asleep mid-massage, I was jolted awake by my masseuse’s warm breath just inches from my face, spit glistening on his braces as he asked me to flip over.