If We Don’t Know You, We Don’t Open The Door.

For Anyone Who’s Ever Seen Me Behind the Glass on a Sunday!

Sundays at the studio have a very specific atmosphere:
Second floor.
Quiet building.
Empty corridors.
The kind of quiet where you can hear the air‑conditioning thinking about turning on.
It’s Sunday, after all – yes, I’m working (I’m always working), but massage isn’t a retail business.

So, just a quick PSA:

If you ever see me inside and the door doesn’t open immediately, it’s not personal.
It’s not a vibe check.
It’s not me questioning your origin planet.

Sometimes I’m between clients.
Sometimes I’m heading out for a mobile session.
Sometimes I’m literally locking up.

I follow a simple rule when I’m alone in the building:
I only open the door for people I’m expecting.
If I ask “Who are you?” through the glass, it’s not an interrogation – it’s just basic common sense.

Everyone’s welcome – just make sure I know you’re coming.
Book a slot, and the door opens like magic.