masseuse?

It is not just scrap dealers who come knocking at my front door. The flat i live in is above some shops. The front door is round the back of the shops and up a couple of flights of metal fire escape style stairs so it does require a bit of effort to get to us. Last night at about 9.00 there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to a big guy wearing a tracksuit who looked like he had just finished doing some exercise. He saw me, looked a little confused and said "My friend might be winding me up but I've been told I can get a massage here." I don't know what sort of massage he was expecting coming to some flats above some shops but unless one of the other flats is a dodgy massage parlour, I am guessing his evening did not end as happily as he was hoping. After all i have very cold hands...