Lacy and dirty
We spotted this pair of panties on Foster Street by the L stop. Whose are they? And what’s the story behind them? We were gone all fall, so maybe they’ve been there for a long time?? Did they just start itching so badly they required immediate removal? Were they tossed aside in a hookup gone wrong (or right) on the L platform and then drunkenly placed up on this pedestal to be funny (because everything’s funny when you’re drunk)? A practical joke by an angry roommate??
If you know whose panties these are and how they ended up stretched across a cold metal concoction, tell us please. We just want to KNOW.
