1)My teacher told us this story about his cousin's village in south Egypt. Evidently some guy just got the first satellite dish. Satellite dishes here come with all channels unfiltered (so you don't have to pay extra for porn, it's just there.) So this guy set up the dish and wired it to a tv in his basement, where he charged anyone a dollar each to come watch porn. So every night for a week, 35 or 40 people showed up, like real adults in the village (his cousin went, who I think was around 30 or 35), and watched porn in this guys basement until 5 or 6 am. Then they would sleep most of the next day, skip working in the fields, and start it all again. This went on for a week straight until one of the village elders died. The men got together, decided it was because of their "sinning," went to the guy's house who had the satellite tv, and smashed up both his satellite dish and his house. Now they banned satellite tv in their village.
2) The hotel next to my school also acts as a brothel. And the mosque near my apartment is evidently where the prostitutes gather to pick up customers. I guess they still dress traditionally, but make eye contact at you when you drive by, and then you wave them over (you know, in case you were wondering about how to pick up a prostitute in Egypt.) Anyway, the weird thing about it is that all this time whenever I take a taxi back to my apartment at night I'd just say the name of the mosque, because it's much easier than describing in my broken Arabic how to get back to my apartment. Sometimes they gave me weird looks when I asked for it. Now I know why.
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hahahahaha they would smash the dish bc some old guy died. and i bet you learned that prostitute "wave over" from actual experience. living alone gets lonely doesn't it?
tremendous post. and it's good to know that there is sex in muslim countries.
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