In each room I found paper towels and cleaners, just in case. The woman, to her credit, seemed genuinely concerned. Caucasian, African American, Asian, and Latino men intermingled both in and out of the little private rooms. He was fully dressed and carrying a black comb in his right hand. Other men wore only underwear. A woman and man were working there, lazily scanning in those coming to workout.
On this Saturday, as usual, the shower area was packed.
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