I was wrong. So wrong. Like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious wrong. May beauteous people pala sa Marikina bukod saken, anopletch!
Wednesday night after a dinner at Mr Kurosawa in Eastwood with lawyer friends, witchell ko pa feel umuwe. I strolled around Bayani Fernando’s town. In fair, maganda ang syudad ng mga shu-es. Like we have two malls. SM and Riverbanks. Tarush!
Agenda for the night for cheap lay. Town Plaza: Witchell tao. So tanong akembang sa mga trike draybung saan malapit na spa. Then it hit me. Stone throw away lang pala itey. I’m so kuripot kaya I was initially hesitant. But libog lorded over.
So I came. I conquered. 500pesos ang massage. Around 1:30Am, last call na. Borlogan na ang ibang masseurs. Ang luwag ng parking lot. Happy in the Philippines.
There was a sauna and steambath. Sarado na at 1AM. So I headed on to my assigned locker, changed to robe then voila, darna akey! Chos. Then he knocked on my cubicle. Wala akong saplot bukod sa T-back. Charlotte!
Kartada: Ewan. Di nagerect masyado si Junjun. But sa fezlak palang ni Kuya sulit na.