Earlier this week I was feeling a bit tense in the afternoon so I hopped on my motorbike and headed down Periphery Road to go get a rub down at one of the Korean-run massage joints. I was actually yearning for a real massage, not a bullshit one by some untrained girl simply looking for extra hanky-panky cash. There are plenty of those types around here, but the Korean-run ones seem to offer the best genuine massages in town.

After many months here of continual hunting, there are some nights I just feel like throwing all chance out the window. Sure, I know here on Trike Patrol we pride ourselves on our uncanny abilities to score random pieces of Pinay “strange” walking about, but there are just some times a guy has to relax and go with something he knows will satisfy him.