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“Come with me,” said the waiter as I was finishing up dinner with my tour group at a restaurant in Marrakesh. I didn’t want to go with him.  I wanted to finish watching the traditional belly dancing and musical show that was underway. But he insisted that Lakshmi, (another girl my group) and I, follow [...]

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Basement Bhangra Night In New York City

by Vitra on August 17, 2011 · 0 comments

The tall, Indian stranger leaned down and kissed me on my cheek. I knew it was going to be an interesting night.  Internally pissed, I played it off cool, moved away from him and kept a close eye on him all night to ensure he didn’t try to come my way again. Emma, my Thai [...]

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