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| - Tonyc sounds like the name to a nightclub, and I experience a level of privacy on the same level as most nightclubs, which is to say it's not very private. That doesn't stop people from doing private things in nightclubs, but I guess that's irrelevant.
I was overdue for my annual facial, which qualifies me as always being overdue. But a 'facial' and being 'overdue' aren't two things I'd prefer to be associated as a man. Maybe that's also irrelevant.
Running a spa is tricky business when the venue is within a shopping mall. The idea of being separated from a thousand people by simply drywall is a difficult thing to overcome. If the barrier between a washroom and the general public was only a door, then there would be a lot more people walking around full of shit. That's why washrooms in malls are hidden away in narrow corridors. When I am in a spa, I am at a level of vulnerability greater than when I am in the washroom. Tonyc tries to alleviate this with the sound of running water, and amber lighting. Common in most spas, somewhat effective in this environment.
I was assigned a soft spoken Iranian lady who took a little longer than I expected to prepare..me, or herself? I was first humidified, then wiped down with a hot towel. The spa table was slightly narrow for an overgrown brute like me, but there wasn't much trouble for me to find a comfortable balanced position. It became clear to her that I didn't frequent myself to her services, and she pointed out a few issues I had with my skin that no one else mentioned in previous spa session elsewhere. There was little conversation between us, and the supposed tranquil sounds of running water and whatever else that was ambient felt overbearing. The sound of running water resembled more to the chirping of crickets, a sound of nature not associated with relaxation, but awkwardness. I would have wished that she'd narrate her process as I moaned in comfort. I understand that this was not a massage; however, I wasn't prepared to get naked in a mall. That's the beginning the most viral horror stories.
Towards the end, I was asked to remove my top under garment so that I would receive a neck massage. I'm always reluctant to do this in front of strangers because I don't like to reveal my tattoos. She asked me about them, and I made up a story to avoid the truth. The neck massage was wonderful, but way too short. It surely was a strong enticement to opt for the body massage.
Ninety minutes later, I was a newly exfoliated man. My skin was pearl white, and my neck felt like it was made of pillows. A facial here is most like a really long washing, rather than the slightly surgical procedures I've experienced at some other spas. There are advantages to both types. This session was much more relaxing, despite the poorly constructed ambiance. It was definitely a case of the staff redeeming for the mediocre business. I can't link the name to the business model; overall, I felt the location was too big of a factor for me to become a regular here.
Tonyc spa also do haircuts, nails, and other grooming regimens that I will not go near at a spa, but that's only because I don't need to spend that kind of money for something so simple. Getting people to rub my face is another story.
If you were wondering what is the deal with my tattoos, well, I'm sorry but that's irrelevant.
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