Years ago, he was one of my first private massages, and I wasn’t sure what to expect or ask for. When I emerged from Covid—and much more seasoned as a receiver of massages—I thought I’d try again. Huge mistake. The first 30 minutes he went on and on about how much better Florida was than New York, and DeSantis than de Blasio. He was open to MT, but near the the end of our time, he said I scratched him (which I didn’t) and that the massage was over, adding that I was lucky he didn’t hit me for scratching him. The whole thing would have been scary, if it hadn’t been so ridiculous.