The third strike

That’s it. I’m out. No more massage for me. I went today, again, and was less disappointed than I was after the other two, but I can’t take any more. Can we just get a head/face attachment thingy in this country??? No. No we can’t, so I can never have a knot-free neck. Not until I go home.

Feh. My hands have been thrown into the air, and my towel has been thrown into the ring. I admit defeat by the massage industry in Moscow.

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One Response to The third strike

  1. Kendra says come home soon, and you’ll forget all about those sub-par massages

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