Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
After a long week, my friend recommended her tantric masseur. She said it would be life changing and the best thing I could do for myself on Self Care Saturday. And after the week that I’d had, it didn’t take much convincing.
Driving up, I wonder if I’m at the right place. It doesn’t look anything like the massage places I usually go to. There are no windows, just very creative and talented graffiti art. Maybe I should text my friend? I wonder, when a woman came out smiling, happy, and carefree. Ok, I guess I am at the right place.
I’m hit with the aroma of incense when I open the door. The room is dark and smoky. A gypsy type woman is behind the counter. Nervously I approach her. “Yes, I’m here to see Rico” my voice quivers. She grins and giggles at my naivety. “Come with me honey” she motions. I follow her through a bead curtain into a dark hallway. She has long, brown, wavy hair, a long, flowy, hippie skirt, bare feet, lots of anklets and toe rings, and she smells like patchouli. There is a dark, old, wooden door at the end of the