Today was a sad day for Dubai. We bid adeiu to Thiwa, the Thai masseuse / sadist par excellence. Goodbye, Thiwa! I will miss your iron-capped elbows and brutal thumbs…
I’ve been paying Thiwa to hurt me on a near-weekly basis since I moved here and I fear my trips to the Bliss Relaxology dungeon of excruciation and involuntary yelps will never be quite the same. I’ve been kneaded by the other masseuses and, though their sweet giggles mask no small measure of cruel delight in their ability to dig fingers in non-existant crevices between muscle and bone, none have quite the effect of Thiwa. He pulls me apart limb from limb then pats me back in shape. Kind of like a pulled pork bbq sandwich. Or like a potato in the utter joy it feels upon metamorphising into a delicious mound of mashed potatoes. Mmmm…. pulled pork bbq sandwich and mashed potatoes…
Eek, did I just catch myself being nostalgic for North Carolina?!
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