I’d been in Istanbul for a week when I figured it was time to book myself in for a session at a Turkish Bath House. I knew little about them; just that somebody gives you a semi-violent scrub down. Finding one proved to be easy enough, though as I walked through the door I filled with an instinctual unease that I’d just entered a men’s only swingers club. I was first lead to the counter, where a moustache-with-a-bloke-behind-it asked me to pay up front. He was enormous, and I