Thai massage. Is it voluntary torture? - 1 Dad, 1 Kid, 1 Crazy Adventu

Her black eyes examined me closely, wrinkles forming in her chestnut brown facial skin as she visually assessed me prior to my massage. “You big boy. I think you need two hour.” “No, I’m good with one.” She looked at my plump belly as if to say Yeah, right! “One and a half?” “One hour is just fine.

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