Walking down the boardwalk, you see all sorts of things you'd like to get a closer look at. Most of these things were painted nails, gleaming like jewels under lights and fading sunlight. Everything else, well, was attached. Beautiful, bikini clad women, everywhere. All you had to do was find a spot and a moment of privacy and you could have one unique vacation. If you played your cards right, you could even get a ride back to a hotel room somewhere, and maybe even get something to eat. The problem was finding a spot with any privacy. The only privacy came from bathhouses scattered all over the place, a stray changing room here and there, and hiding under the boardwalk. None of those seemed to put you any closer to the girls of summer strolling around. Up ahead you saw a house of mirrors, and that seemed better than trying to phase down in a bathroom.
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