They typically live in a Dickensian world of squalor, working 12-hour shifts six days a week, often denied their wages of about $150 per month for months at a time. [..] They tend to beachcomb in groups, their camera-equipped cellphones always at the ready. Many do not know how to swim; some enter the water wearing their traditional robes, made of thin white cloth that becomes transparent when wet — and reveals far more of their anatomy than most beachgoers want to see.
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I once wandered onto a toless beach in Italy. I freaked out.
Like those Dickensian guys?
I probably looked pretty dickensian with those loose trunks on.
Pounding sand is the thing to do.
Even without water, I have a feeling that her in that dress would feel good to look at. We may have to pound granite instead.
AI, see what Selva, an Indian electrician, says about it all: “Of course we look at women... We hardly find women in such attires in India. Even when some of them come to the beach in Chennai, they are more than half covered. It really feels good to watch these women,” he added.
Apparently it really feels good. What to do, what to do... Here's another take on outsourcing bikinis to India: link.
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