Review by TANNEDBOB, March, 2018
I was in DTLA and had an afternoon to kill the second week of March. I'd had a couple of massages from Kat before - thanks to an old business partner who hooked us up. She's a legit massage therapist and certified in Bondassage. I checked her Twitter feed and she was taking appointments. I called and asked if she had any openings I could fill. I said I'd enjoyed the two sessions Steve gifted me in December. She asked if I was talking about Steve M. I said, Yep, that's the guy. She said she had been helping Steve through a rough patch. I said that's funny -I'm having a rough time of it, too. She asked, how much time do you have? Can you fit two hours in? I said I could manage ninety minutes. She said I can clear your mind if you give me the time. Come on by. She has an apartment with off-street parking. It's a tight fit there. Do not try to park if you have an SUV or full-size anything. The apartment is a second-floor conversion in a 1940's era building. I parked and climbed up the stairs to her porch.
