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I’ve seen the Naked Cowboy dozens of times since moving to NYC. While not exactly something I wanted to see, he never caused me to go “Ewwww!” And a small part of me grudgingly admires his business sense.
The Naked Cowgirl, however, made me wish I had some eye bleach handy. Not having any, I took a picture instead. For proof.
And I didn’t give her the $2 she supposedly demands for pictures. I have to assume that she means $2 for taking a picture with her, because if you’re going to stand in Times Square with no clothes on people are going to take pictures and you’re an idiot if you think you can demand payment.
Know where she keeps the money tourists give her? She doesn’t have any pockets. Trust me, I know, because we had to go to the ATM behind her, so we got a good look. Jake, especially, who practically had his nose pressed up against the glass. Oh, did I not mention that the kids were with me?
No, she has no pockets. She puts the money under her saggy boobs. Her pamphlets are stuck in the back of her thong, keeping her ass crack warm.
Thanks for keeping Times Square classy!
The funniest part is, the Naked Cowboy sued the Naked Cowgirl. Only in New York, kids! Only in New York.
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