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Troy, we've cleaned up our act considerably. The local prosecutor fired the proverbial 'shot across our bow' wake-up call. Since then we've disallowed entry onto the property without a ticket, we have undercover teams patrolling the fair for drug use, etc., completely disallowed the public to bring alcohol, and other measures.
There is no genital nudity, at least in the "public" part of the fair during the day. A g-string is therefore the minimum dress code. Chest coverings are simply unnecessary. One of the things about the fair I find wonderful is the desensitising effect. I spend the first few hours each year staring through dark sunglasses at the breats. After that, you quit noticing, quit staring, quit making judgements based on appearances. When you start looking past the appearances, people get even more attractive.
And on that subject: Trust me on this. Lean, happy, healthy, bike-riding yes-that's-my-real-hair-color-and-those-are-my-real-boobs hippie women beat the face-paint and silicon squad HANDS DOWN!!!!!!! Just staring into the bright eyes of some of those ladies causes woodies. The sauna, which is powered by a huge wood-fired boiler and has perhaps sixty shower heads, sauna seating for about seventy, no roof or ceiling, a fire pit, a baby grand piano and other instruments, a grassy lounge area, etc. etc., is truly a memorable experience.
I have pictures, but I'm not sure you guys can handle them.
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