What would I do without World Naked Bike Ride? It is now the cultural epicentre of my very existence.
Perhaps that's because not enough men are prepared to lounge around in my sitting room, exposing their genitalia to my greedy eyes.
Which seems strange, when you think about how willingly some men do exactly that in public spaces. (And that first chap in this sequence is one of the loveliest flashers I've seen for an eternity.)
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