do you Think that I crack for money? Do you think I grow adultery? Or go for rich, old men? Going after your man? Do you think I walk up in, when I have to on the red carpet again? Think you just, I find myself in everything and is willing to everything?
my options, as I have taken early in life, punish me for the rest of your life?
Then think again. The above is me so far, and although I am not hard to give it gas and has a flippant mouth shut, then you can damned hard to believe that I am not for sale.
In my world count relationships. Friendships. That I can trust the people I surround myself with. I hate infidelity, I detest it! I have just cut off a man, who have deceived me. It cuts me deep in my heart. I hate when people are deceiving others or fills people with lies.
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Propriety undertake, and you don’t have to like me. What I don’t get shot in the stiletten is the game. I can no longer count how many times a woman my own sex, which would support radicalism – has shouted ‘your whore’ into my head, so the lipstick is smoked right up in the pan. What happens to it?
I am soon 53 years old, and I can take it! But thinking damn, some times the young women who, like me, have grown body and appearance. All they need to give back to. News flash tits we make for our own sake! Not for a man’s sake. Not to envy or boast. But because it looks damn good out if your own in need of a boost. Store babser is not the same as the spread legs. O. k.!
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I’m penniless. It is not, because I have not been offered marriage from men. Also the rich. But shall it, then, must be that damn touch anything.
Therefore, completely honest talk, I would not give up my integrity for a new Gucci bag. No, thank you. So better be poor, free and flippant. My life is not glamorous (but you can as well look good). But it is smækfuld of content and heart warming. My daily walk takes place at the municipality, where I store the cases that are so heartbreaking, that I have Kleenex standing on the table to dry my eyes. There is so much, and it’s just the old cases, I’m stuck with, which must be archived. What with all the pending cases – children and adults – which is in squeeze.
I was taught to give. Yes, I am also brought up with the ass and slaps, but it has not given me permission to go down with the neck. It is my culture, and I’m not materialistic, but puts as the price of a glass of bubbles, if I can get permission to bowls with good people, which is on the fis and trouble.
See also: Before, I was the pure freakshow in the face – I looked like a bavians asshole
In Denmark, are we amazing to the to judge people for their choices. And we bein’r to judge. It is actually wildly strenuous and totally distant from the culture I come from in Italy. We forgive in Italy. Maybe a little too much, if you look at Berlusconi, but even if there are conflicts, quarrels, and one has committed blunders, so gather we are still on the dining table on Sunday evening over a bowl of pasta and cold red wine.
It is not a romantic mindset. That is how it is.
When the year is running out, and the christmas season is upon us, so I can’t help but to reflect on it, there was. If I were to wish me something for christmas, a ‘gift’, which reaches far into the new year, perhaps even to the next, next year. Then it should be charity. Without the religion. Be preserved. Then, just if we could kick the jante law to the corner, forgive, give chances and not judging people on their skideskøre choice, as sometimes we are completely baffled by and boom-disagree with. It is as skideskørt with silikonebabser, artificial hair, chemistry, that stuns one’s smile, but for hell, where I had fun, until I EVEN became wiser.
