You, a woman, can’t visit a church, museum, or even a public place like a train station because of guys hanging around asking, “Want to have a drink with me?”
You, a woman, can’t visit a church, museum, or even a public place like a train station
because of guys hanging around asking, “Want to have a drink with me?” without (a) wearing a head-to-toe burlap sack that barely allows vision and (b) without a male relative as an escort, because of (c) a bunch of retrograde males willing to beat (or even stone) you for dressing and acting like a Western whore, including (d) your own husband. There, back to reality.