When I got home in the evening, I saw that my neighbors had thrown away this strange thing

When I got home in the evening, I saw that my neighbors had thrown away this strange thing. 🤔 🤦‍♂️ It looked like some kind of relaxation chair with a hole in the seat, behind which there was a motor or some device. And it had a cord that could be plugged into an outlet. 🤯 I had never seen anything like this before, and I was insanely curious to find out what it was.

At first, I thought it was a massage chair… But why the hole in the seat? 🤨 Then I figured maybe it was some advanced aerotherapy device… Or something for yoga? 🧘‍♂️ The more I looked at it, the more questions I had.

I couldn’t resist and searched the internet to find out what it was. And when I finally discovered its purpose, I was absolutely shocked that my neighbors had been using it! 😳 This is what it was! 😲👇

When I got home in the evening, I saw that my neighbors had thrown away this strange thing

It turned out to be a steam bath for the pelvic area, a heating procedure, sometimes with herbs, used for treating various inflammatory conditions of female organs.

So my neighbors actually used this?! 😳 They sat on this weird chair, steamed themselves… and then just threw it out onto the street!

When I got home in the evening, I saw that my neighbors had thrown away this strange thing

Now I don’t know whether to be happy that they got rid of it…

I understand that it was for medical purposes, but on the other hand, I can’t stop thinking that every time I see them, this bizarre thing will come to mind, and I won’t be able to keep a straight face.

Have you ever heard of something like this? Or maybe even tried it? 😆

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