
I might as well just move to somewhere in Latin America and call it a day. Most of the men in my small town are Hispanic and the bozos make noises at me when I walk past them on the way to the Post Office. No matter what state of dishevelment I'm in, notwithstanding my advanced age, they very evidently think I'm a total babe.
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