The first time I passed these 4th Avenue ladies in the window, I figured they were in transition. Perhaps some items long left behind would adorn their curves and bring in some cash for the owner. The next time I passed them, they were still bare. And the next. And the next. One of them even looks like she's given up hope of either being clothed or escaping. She's leaning against the window in dejection.
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