I took this photo years ago, while walking on Hollywood Boulevard. She was in repose, her arm aloft and hand holding a sign that read SINGLE. I stuck my hand through the metal grate and took some photos. Her other arm was lying next to her. I can no longer remember if she had a head. The store was abandoned. Had someone created the tableaux as a joke? Or had she done it herself, hoping someone would see her? Maybe one day some male mannequin would stumble upon the scene and extract her from the window.
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