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Intercontinental/Los Angeles-Century City.

Apparently Century City’s a magical place, according to the fabulous Brazilian who washed my feet as the helicopters circled overhead, then introduced me to colour therapy. I’d been in the steam room too long (almost impossible if you’re me) and got weird and painful stinging in my arms and legs the whole time I was in the chromotherapy tub.

I started thinking it’d be a great opening scene for one of those crime drama shows I enjoy so much, a CSI or so — Brazilian colour therapist returns to the treatment room to find a skinny naked English girl floating in the chromotherapy tub with her waist-length hair overflowing on either side and the underwater disco lights still flashing.

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