While paying for our airport tax, we noticed a strong cigarette smoke smell. There was no mistaking on our part, amoy sigarilyo dun talaga.
After checking-in, we were walking toward the lounge when I saw this woman holding a flyer — body massage. Naalala ko di ba nga gusto ko magpa massage sana but I ran out of time.
Omb———- “Tart, massage! Gusto ko, masakit likod ko”.
Edmund——- “He wasn’t sure if I was serious”.
Omb———- “Ayan, oh, kahit 20 minutes lang”
The massage room was on the second floor. We went up a super luma looking stairs
Omb———– “Panahon pa yata ito ni Marcos”.
Once inside the massage area, it’s very clean and decent.
Maingay lang ng konting-konti kasi yung mga masseuse, nagkukwentuhan kasi.
Omb———– “Tart gusto ko, eto oh, back and shoulder, foot and leg”.
Edmund——– “Bahala ka”.
Omb———– Tart, I have no pesos”.
Edmund——– “O tingnan mo ito, gustong magpamasahe wala naman palang pera”.
Omb———- “eh kasi iniwan ko na pesos…”
Edmund——- “Wala ka naman palang pera, magkano ba?”
Omb———- “Gusto ko 50 minutes, P1,000”.
Edmund——- “Ako 30 minutes, foot lang. Etong 2,000, kasama na P400 tip”.
Edmund—– “Ang sarap! Kroooook” (tulog)
After one hour
Omb——-= “Tart, ang galing nung babae, na stretch pa ako”.
Omb——– “Pwede bang magpa home service?”
E——— (Laughs) “Sng gawin mo, magbyahe ka ulit, tapos magpamasahe ka dito.”
Sobrang mahal naman lalabas yung masahe na yun.
