Not-So-Private Parts

Yeah, you, the naked lady at the gym. I suppose in this day and age, when nobody gives a damn about privacy and people live their lives on the Internet 24/7, it’s too much to ask for you to show some modesty and wrap a damn towel around yourself in the locker room.

I should probably give you credit for being so confident, given that you’re not exactly Gisele. But do ya think you could step back from the waxing? Because I am now more intimately acquainted with the excruciating details of your pubic anatomy than I am with my spouse’s.

I don’t even know your name, and I still feel like I should buy you dinner after all you’ve shown me.


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