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Carle in NY Times (not in a good way)


This reminds me of the time I paid a Carle quack a thousand dollars to inspect some pain in my … reproduction area.

He obsessed on my bartending, and kept pestering me about how many women, how many women?!?!? before pumping my full of antibiotics.

I went to a U of I trainer — who was more interested in my regular running habits. He bent me over a table, rubbed out the knot out of my lower back, and advised me to do some extra stretching, especially in warm-downs.

Problem solved.

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