I entered the spa, welcomed by dim lights, bamboo walls, and a gently trickling fountain. I asked for a Thai massage and was whisked into a back room, attended by a woman (?)/girl (?) half my size. She pounded me, she stretched me, she pushed and pulled me for over an hour. At the end she merely stood up and announced, “Finish,” and left the room. I got dressed and returned to the peaceful lobby, my body a walking blob. As a I was paying, I noticed the masseuses were watching a flat screen tv that I had not seen upon my entrance. They were enrapt. I followed their eyes to the screen. World Wrestling Federation. Nice.