Baltimore-based fiction writer James Magruder remembers his life-changing summer of the (off-brand) Speedo. Greetings from Corsica, a starkly beautiful Mediterranean island where young bucks fry their junk on nude beaches and old beppos who look as if they’ve swallowed basketballs are still rocking their Speedos — stretched across their tiny teabag heinies — well into […]
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