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By: Bob Morris
Just rewards at the new Ritz-Carlton, Naples spa.
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Welcome to Naples, welcome to Ritz World.
Several hours after my arrival, I squish my way back to the Throne Room of the Hot Tub God. I discard my robe and ease myself down into the comforting cauldron. I am alone. Minutes pass. Who knows, maybe entire days pass, maybe the outside world no longer even exists. Like maybe I really care.
I consider the polar plunge pool. All I have to do is drag myself out of the hot tub, take a brief icy dip and the vigor of an 18-year-old can once again be mine.
But to hell with it. I am Spa Guy. I sit in the Throne Room of the Hot Tub God. All is right with the world. Why bother?
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