Manhattan mannequins sans slink frills bling piece-free dis-armed peeling flanked unaccountably by tilting tiki torches the sun-bleached mannequin discard beauty proxy perches slightly wildly askew atop Manhattan she faces inward away from pedestrian marks below away too from the swimsuit-clad sun-hat-brimmed sangria-sipping women in pearls dark glasses tanning with the other pigeons on the seventh-floor patio across the street and with the city everywhere in perpetual crisis perpetual cruise the bathers want to say nothing changes nothing will change and no one ever need look down or up
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Oh so urban ❤️
The view from the mannequin perspective is way deeper tan expected! Very cleverly written.