After working weeks and weeks at a new warehouse job, which earns well but takes a toll on one’s body, I began to notice some serious tension and pain in some of my joints. Now I may have said that the job pays decently, I don’t have the sort of cash to afford any sort of respectable medical coverage; it’s this particular issue which inspired this written piece. After my friend, Bill, noticed me descending a set of steps with a great deal of pausing before each footfall, he recommended that I visit the thai massage Liverpool parlor he’d recently visited for his back.
After assuring me that the place was legit, with no “happy endings,” and I remarked that “Thai” is a proper noun, Bill drove me over. While it wasn’t in the best of neighborhoods, the muscular miracle that those girls performed made me feel like a million bucks.