Sometimes you encounter very mysterious specimens in life. Painting, curling, building hair and eyelids, makeup, tattooing, manicure, pedicure, depilation, colored lenses, skirts everywhere (chips, buttocks, scratches, press), heels, heels +20 to the height. Tons of cosmetics, and everything onboard, sewn or pulled. And then it goes on, saying there are no real men. What do you have in the present, the present?

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Sometimes I see very strange examples. They lead on a pumped pop, long legs, beautifully painted eyes, and then ask where she is going... her rich inner world. You do not need the most usual non-painted, no pedicure manicures, with a comfortable tail and normal orthopedic shoes that do not kill the spine, re-read Kafka, Twain and Marquez. You yourself with them are either bored or the ego suffers because you do not reach. And you don’t want to fuck any more, and you are aimed at that first. The world is tight under men, even female standards of beauty and each tries to attract attention as much as possible in order to stay in the price in this market. And do not underestimate the female wisdom very talented to portray the fool.Unfortunately, it also likes the male, which is sad.