I love New York in the summer. Undergarments matter none whatsoever. You can wear a backless dress with the tackiest bra you have jutting out the back. Or a wifebeater with nothing on under it except your nipples. Anything goes. And the fellas, too. No shirt, no shoes, no skivvies? No problem. And people may look. But nobody really cares. People just seem to let people be. I guess it's a luxury, when you really think about it. This country. Freedom.
And lightning bugs! They're all over the place.
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