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By entering your email address you agree to our Terms of Use and Privacy Policy and consent to receive emails from Time Out about news, events, offers and partner promotions. Turns out, everyone needs to get their head clean once in a while. Boy, am I glad to have gone along for the ride. Head massages, it seems, are the antithesis of the New York hustle. The experience at GuiFei Spa kicks off right as you enter the basement at 37th Avenue.
Amy, the vivacious owner of the space, will immediately start conversing with you despite a language barrier, advising you on what treatment you should indulge in, a minute one or an-hour long one. What type of hair, exactly, leads to which option? Rumor has it that the availability of beds played a role in the suggestions as well.
Amy, it seems, is a true business woman. I was led through a tunnel-like area alongside a pal with, I guess, similar subpar hair, into a cavernous section of the basement occupied by two spa beds, each one attached to a hair salon-like sink that, it turns out, featured high tech attachments that could thoroughly clean your scalp.
Candy, my very own technician, basically rubbed away the worries, anxieties and concerns that plague my every waking moment while trying to juggle my kids, my job, my marriage and, well, life in general.
