I’m down on my hands and knees trying to escape from the men’s urinal at the Neapolis Archaeological Park by squeezing myself underneath the turnstile at the exit. I’m trapped in a toilet turnstile. I’m going out the way I came in not because I’m playing a perverse version of Parkour or because of aContinue reading “Trapped in a toilet turnstile”
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