Getting More Than I Bargained for: The Weirdest Massages I’ve Experienced Abroad
A Good Massage? Maybe. A Great Story? Definitely.
His sweat pools down on me like a salty waterfall as he bangs his fists on my back. I feel like a piece of meat being pounded into submission by a 350-pound half-naked man — of which I would estimate 100 pounds is body hair. My high-pitched shrieks of protest are ignored by my assailant, who seems to thrive on my displeasure. In my mind, several rules o…
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