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Diary of a woman – Gaytown observations

This entry talks about observations in Gaytown. There still are some straight people living in Gaytown. The straight men who look and watch women because they are straight. There are straight women who don’t watch other women because they are straight and don’t find women interesting.

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Diary of a woman – would you pay more

Would you pay more for a decent piece of food than to have your usual pleasure reduced in size because the manufacturer wants to cut cost and make a decent profit? Visitors reached searching:www celebritygossiphome com

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Diary of a woman talking

Everyone wants a slave to do their work for them for free. They don’t look within, or consider independent solutions. They want someone to remove their problems. Just like with a wave of a wand, all the troubles are taken care of. Sometimes, they also want the heavens to rain money, to drop into their [...]

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When did pan handling get so physical? Diary of a Woman

I was appalled when pan handlers started grabbing at me whenever I was at the poorer section of town. A woman grabbed my arm and started moving upwards. When she reached my shoulder, she pulled at my bra strap and brought up a whole different kettle of fish.

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How’s the business – Diary of a Woman

One elderly man with questionable eyesight hit on me with an unfamiliar familiarity smacking of a lame pick up line. “How’s the business?” In contemporary times, a slap would be an assault, so he got away clean.

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Real life troll – Diary of a Woman

If the man was short and swarthy, he could be mistaken as a promiscuous guy prowling to satisfy his bestial urge. He had to be short, slim, balding and downright disgusting. He wasn’t even a midget. He was like a troll, stalking and threatening to invade by force.

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How not to share a cigarette – Diary of a Woman

The maniac on his bicycle pedaled dangerously close to me. His left hand was clenching a ciggie while gripping the handle bar. I smelled the stank. By cycling within a hair’s breadth away from my body, it was his deliberate way to share his cigarette.

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