Look at this fool. Intoxicating my front yard with her cheap perfume. A mere good afternoon is more than her. She only knows how to chew bubblegum and wind her waist. Why must she empty fifteen cans of this nonsense perfume on her body before going out? Or has nobody told her the spray will not lift her breasts which are now almost touching her sandals? I don’t even want her good afternoon. Before you know it, it is me she will be asking if I know anyone who does quick and instant termination. No me oh! I will not be a perpetrator.
Eh hein now! Young girl, fallen breasts, stretch marks, no children to show for it. Do you have a better explanation?
‘Ma Adeh I salot oh,’.
‘Eh.’ A victim of circumstance.
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