Nude City
I put my tooth brush back in the glass, adjust my hair a little, glance skeptically at my not too muscular torso and shrug my shoulders: no quick fixes for that. I pick up my satchel from the floor, walk through the door and down the stairs to the streets. I can feel the fresh and mild morning breeze against my skin as I walk the final few steps before hitting the sidewalk. It still feels strangely thrilling to walk out into the crowd without a stitch on. I have lived in this city for a month...