Last night my sister and I indulged in a well needed massage at home. It was dirt cheap compared to what I shell out to pamper myself on commercialized massage spas.
There's a difference though. The ambiance. In massage salons, you really get what you pay for and more. Soft music playing while your tired muscles and stiff joints kneaded by a professional in a massage bed. Not to mention the familiar aromatic smell of citronella or lavender soothing your senses. You feel like falling asleep and wake up the next day, refreshed, recharged, rejuvenated and all that re-(s). But you can't do that. After the nearly one hour or so of overindulgence you have to dress up and go home.
At home, you have the option to play the music, light up a scented candle to at least poorly duplicate the original ambiance. But what the heck, you just want a massage. The end being the same.
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