If Your Guy Frequently Visits The Massage Spa, Be Skeptical
There is nothing wrong with it as long as it is wholesome.
Back in the day, when my folks hustled their business, they took massages like fish to water.
Imagine our family’s go-to masseuse, fondly dubbed ‘Manang Marie’, making house calls twice a week.
When a Manang Marie begins to work on our body, it’s like the gentle breeze that rustles through the leaves of the trees, bringing relief and relaxation.
With each kneading motion, our therapist can penetrate deeper into the muscle tissue, breaking down knots and adhesions contributing to pain and discomfort.
It’s as if they are unraveling tangled vines, restoring flexibility and mobility to your muscles.
Ah, those were the days when Marie’s magical hands were the talk of the town!
Seeing my parents blissfully Zen’d out, thanks to Marie’s golden touch, I couldn’t help but ask Dad, “Hey, can I get in on this relaxation gig? Even just a half-hour session?”
Fast forward to today. I’m all grown up and married, and guess what?
The family tradition lives on! Even my kids have hopped on the massage bandwagon.
