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Nice article  This part was funny:
 
"After paying, I was briskly ushered into a massive women-only atrium, shown a small dressing room and handed what looked like a handkerchief, presumably to cover myself.
After undressing, I picked up the loincloth and reminded myself that I was in Europe, and here women were always topless on the beach, playing paddleball, slathering themselves with cooking oil, surfing, jogging. No one looked twice at breasts in Europe. You're an adventurer, I told myself. This is a Thing to Do!
I walked out of the little dressing room, bare-chested and wearing the three-sizes-too-big wooden flip-flops they had given me. Clip-clopping along, my steadily gathering apprehension now turning into raw abash, I noticed that all the European women in the atrium had apparently been given some kind of tutorial on how to tie the loincloth just so, to cover all private regions, including their breasts. And here I was, exposed, the only topless woman - an American no less - in the room."
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