Presence (ball matters)

Sitting in a hot spring with about 10 older Bulgarian-ish men amidst an open space in a town in Bulgaria. It wasn’t an all male hot spring…it was just that I was the only woman (often, I find myself in similar scenarios). The gentleman sitting next to me had a golden color with a thick Irish-Bulgarian-ish accent..he’s probably gearing 60 at least…but…muscles..and tan and in a quasi speedo…but, you know, held the old man balls in
check.
I sat there feeling the steam on my body and breathing in the presence of this immaculate
setting..mid-concrete…center of a hot spring in some place Bulgaria – I believe it was Varna..but,
it could be some place near there. What I do recall is the steam, and the man that had been in
prison for, like …something that I don’t remember but, it seemed absurd and probably a bit of untruth.
Nevertheless..the sulfur smell finally got to me and I realized I was soaking in dick soup and
decided to exit.
(Photo taken in 2016)
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