God, hes left as on aur oun.
It rather speaks for itself, don’t it?
Folks: the National Geographic swimsuit edition. (Thanks to the Daze Reader.)
You can even select which cover you would have chosen, had you been the art director—and offered only three shots, of women in swimsuits, five minutes before deadline.
(Fret not overly, o androphiles: there’s a bit of beefcake in there, too. —Wasn’t that magnanimous of them?)
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