Hot House
This is where ladies go to chillax. I come here once every few months when I need to read and sweat and get a massage for a decent price. The women-only sanctionary seems out of place in the hustle and bustle that is Capitol Hill. But that's also what makes Hot House so genius. You go in all stressed because twenty bums just asked you for change and you leave feeling like you just went on a 10 day trip to India. There's a whisper policy, so don't come here for a bachelorette brouhaha. And although Hot House suggests that the experience is better naked, you don't have to go in your birthday suit. For only $12 you can take a dip in the Jacuzzi, then make your way to the sauna and then sit in the steam room to inhale the peppermint that fills the air and your lungs. When you you've sweat out that cupcake and pizza you had for lunch, stand under the cold flush shower, ala Flashdance style. Then repeat this process over and over again, until you feel like a whole new person. I guarantee an experience better than anything Oprah has been selling you.
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