The bleak afternoon offers a choice. A gay sauna, small, dirty, and always crowded with business men clutching bottles of poppers and packets of Viagra in sweaty, ink-stained hands, is only a short walk away. A public toilet that, at this time of day is filled with desperate pensioners frantically rubbing their withered genitals, is a mere five
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