Have you ever gone to a train station in order to take off your clothes? I did this on a foggy day in October. However, it was a small train station on a branch line and it was early on a Sunday morning. No one was out except a few joggers.
But one after another. I had it in my head that I must walk in my birthday suite on a track bed. So I looked for a railway line in Google Maps that I thought was suitable for this purpose. Now all that was missing was someone to document it photographically. As before I found someone on the Internet. This time it was Elisabeth, a sixty-year-old lady, 160 cm tall, fat, with glasses, brown hair and a permanent wave. She was obviously excited to spend a day with a bare man and seemed to be expecting something more.
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