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Usage examples of sauna.

In the dark of night, the coughers were led from their hideout two at a time, and hustled to the makeshift sauna to spend an hour baking.

Then, once he was in residence, the retiree would be regularly burglarized of the contraband color TVs, sciatica-diathermy machines, VCRs, gland-rejuvenation orgone boxes, portable saunas, gland-rejuvenation hyperbaric oxygen cabinets and other such indispensables he had gone to so much trouble to smuggle across the border without paying Mexican import duty on.

Destination spas are usually located in spacious and nurturing settings, such as the pristine islands of Hawaii, the mountains of Colorado, a remote country estate in Vermont, or a spacious manor in Europe, where hydrotherapy techniques such as sauna and whirlpool remain popular.

It turned the sweatbox into a kind of sauna, using wine and spirits to create the steam instead of water.

We were sitting in a sauna at the health spa in the Las Vegas Hilton -- me and my friend Bob Arum, the sinister promoter -- when all of a sudden the redwood door swung open and in comes Leon Spinks.

But there are also more saunas per capita than anywhere on Earth, including Finland.

It all started with him and Mario and me in the sauna, him breaking down, me and Mario trying to talk him out of the crazy washed-up-at-fifteen-type depressed talk, Mario exploiting a previous like therapeutic bond with the kid from about the mole, then with me putting DT-annulation in broad-stroke terms a freaking invertebrate could have understood for Christ's sake.

The jockeys themselves shared in the bonanza, being supplied with man-sized wide lockers for their clothes (instead of a peg), a sauna bath (as well as showers) and upholstered daybeds to rest on (instead of a hard narrow wooden bench).

Which is gold-plated bizarre, because while I'm hands-on-the-controls, the acceleration couch prodding my back and my suit turning into a sauna because I'm all for conserving its resources as long as I have a perfectly functional shuttlecraft providing me with life support, I'm also spinning apart, decohering, as if fingers and toes and eyes and kidneys and guts all suddenly decided that the arrangement that's suited them just fine for the last fifty-odd years simply will not do for another cotton-picking moment.

That is the question that has every Wizard in Washington hanging by his or her fingernails -- from the bar of the National Press Club to the redwood sauna in the Senate Gymnasium to the hundreds of high-powered cocktail parties in suburbs like Bethesda, MacLean, Arlington, Cabin John and especially in the leafy white ghetto of the District's Northwest quadrant.

A brightly lit sign advertised a health club, pool, sauna, twenty-four-hour room service, award-winning restaurant, and nightly entertainment.

Even in the shade of a huge old Indian laurel with roots no doubt deep enough to tap the Styx, I couldn't pretend that I was being cod­dled in a sauna.

I can't stand these hot wet climates, you might just as well be in a sauna bath.

Most of the city's prostitutes worked in licensed premises masquerading as saunas, but a few still took risks by walking the streets.

The club has ten courts for tennis and racquetball, aerobics classes, four aerobic dance studios, two swimming pools, Lifecycles, a Gravitron machine, rowing machines, treadmills, cross‑country skiing machines, one‑on‑one training, cardiovascular evaluations, personalized programs, massage, sauna and steam rooms, a sun deck, tanning booths and a café with a juice bar, all of it designed by J.