July E Nicole Na Praia De Nudismo Peladas Here

Finally, July sighed. "Screw it. We didn't drive two hours to be the weirdos wearing denim shorts on the nude beach."

There is a specific kind of friendship that survives a trip to a nudist beach. It’s not the friendship where you borrow each other’s clothes (because, well, you aren’t wearing any). It’s the friendship where you forget you aren’t wearing any. July e Nicole na Praia de Nudismo peladas

The vendor didn't care. The seagulls didn't care. The only awkward moment was when Nicole realized she had no pockets to put her change in. She just handed the coin back and said, "Keep it. Tip jar." Finally, July sighed

Location: Somewhere secluded, sunny, and clothing-optional. Vibe: Zero tan lines. Maximum confidence. July e Nicole na Praia de Nudismo peladas