Picture this: I’m watching Netflix’s Russian Doll in my private treatment room, as my abs are getting zapped with high-intensity electromagnetic fields—akin to doing 20,000 sit-ups, in one half-hour session. It’s as if each time Nadia Vulvokov gets resurrected, so too, do I like my muscles contract with each intense cycle of vibration. “This is going to be so worth it,” I tell myself, envisioning holiday snaps of an upcoming trip to Langkawi: gorgeous sunsets, cocktail in hand ... and a more sculpted midriff.
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