I know, you've heard the stories, seen the TV clips, and wish you could've been here yourself. Never have I seen so many massage "joints" catering to an endless supply of unsupple clients. I average about 10 miles a day walking the cities I visit, so a foot massage really hit the spot. Reclined in a chair, my feet are first washed, then kneaded, pummeled, twisted, stretched, and oh yes, massaged. After an hour, I walked out of that place feeling like an Olympic pole vaulter ready to tackle new heights. And there was a bonus too (not what you're thinking), my head, arms, hands and shoulders were included for the princely sum of $7.50.
There's a strong possibility I may return.