A humorous look at someone's first visit to a hamam.
"In the center of the room was a large, flowing fountain. Men lazed on mats, either meditating or sipping tea. Others were on tables, being massaged by shirtless Arabic men, and for some reason, all I could think of was the line from Airplane: "Ever been to Turkish prison, Joey?"
"Each room had gotten progressively warmer - calling to mind frogs, slowly boiled without realizing their fate - and this room was no exception; sweat was dripping off me now. This main room featured a raised stone platform in the center, suitable for ritual sacrifice, and several stone shelves on the sides, where men were massaging other men."
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