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So, I finally went to check out that place, No. 9 Mansion, 6th floor. Heard some folks talking it up, saying it was the spot to really unwind, you know? Been feeling pretty beat lately, juggling work and all the other stuff life throws at you. Thought, okay, let’s give it a shot, maybe find a bit of peace.
Getting there was the first thing. Took the lift up to the 6th. The doors opened, and yeah, it looked fancy enough, I guess. Dim lights, soft music playing, the usual stuff. Walked up to the counter. The person there seemed okay, but kinda distracted, like they had a million other things on their mind. Not exactly the super welcoming vibe I was hoping for, but whatever, maybe they were just busy.
What I Expected vs. What Happened
I was expecting this super relaxing experience, like floating on a cloud kind of thing. Signed up for one of their standard packages. They led me back to a room. It was clean, sure, but small. Really small. And the walls felt thin; I could sort of hear muffled sounds from next door or the hallway. Not exactly tranquil.

Then the main event started. The therapist came in. Again, seemed professional enough, went through the motions. But honestly? It felt… routine. Like they were just ticking boxes. There wasn’t much real attention there. It felt rushed, mechanical. One moment I’m trying to relax, the next I’m thinking about the clock, wondering if they were thinking about the clock too.
Here’s what I noticed:
- The music loop was really short. Heard the same track like five times.
- The oil they used? Smelled kinda cheap, not like the nice aromatherapy stuff.
- Felt like they finished maybe 5 minutes early? Hard to tell exactly.
Walked out of there not really feeling refreshed. Maybe even a little more wound up, thinking about the money spent and the time used. It wasn’t terrible, don’t get me wrong. It just wasn’t… good. It was just ‘meh’.
It got me thinking, though. It’s kinda like a lot of things these days. Big promises, fancy appearances, but the actual substance is lacking. Like that ‘revolutionary’ software update at work last month – promised to make everything easier, ended up creating more bugs than it fixed. We spent weeks just trying to get back to where we started.
Maybe I was expecting too much. Maybe finding a real escape, a real moment of peace, is harder than just booking a slot somewhere fancy. Or maybe these places just bank on people being too stressed to notice the difference. Anyway, that was my trip to the 6th floor of No. 9 Mansion. Probably won’t be rushing back. Just another thing that looks good on the surface but doesn’t quite deliver when you get up close.
