Oriental Spa

I was hoping my friend Aaron would write a review, since he has actually stepped foot in this place, but alas, he is not a Yelper...yet.  So I can only recap what he told me about his experience at the Oriental Spa.

During our 2 week stint at the Hot Springs Music Festival, my talented oboist friend Aaron spotted a sign that read Men's Spa.  He thought he might be able to get some manscaping done before heading out to Jester's.  As it turned out, the Oriental Spa is not a spa at all, but a...

BROTHEL.  

That's right, there is a house of prostitution right in the heart of downtown Hot Springs.  And they say that California is the den of iniquity.  Trust me, poor Aaron was horrified, because the only naked people at the Oriental Spa were the women.

The hostess was apparently very kind, however, and gave him a tour of the property and a price list on the back of their business card.  So I guess if you are ever visiting the home town of our former President Clinton and you've already digested your barbecue and want to experience a little more "local flavor" (and you're straight), then you might want to check this place out.  At least you'll have a story to tell your friends!