And as long as your refrain for showing your affection in public places, everything will be fine.
Two dozen eyes fall on us as we enter the boiling hot central domed room, the bathing hub that's surrounded by six smaller rooms filled with marble wash basins. In one of the rooms, the head masseuse, a tough and strong figure with lusting eyes, is soaping up a something with calves like a soccer player. Though persecution occurs, it is generally understood to be a familial and not legal matter.
Instead, the street offers the illusion of freedom, where the rules and obligations of home do not apply, even if only for a few hours.