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Yesterday I went again to Le Keller club in Paris. Downstairs there are urinals, but they’re not bowl-shaped — they’re flat, wall-mounted ones, so you can sit on the floor. The men don’t ask anything; they just walk up and pee one after another, sometimes several at once. And I end up completely soaked, stinking, and oddly content.

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