xxx: *thinkingly* the mechanism of forming the opinion of the grandmothers on the benches brings me into the state of wtf.
I went home and found out that I was a “poor girl” who works in an intimate store. Simply because one of them (grandmothers), passing by such a store, saw a red head there, as far as I could understand.
...at the same time, there are no transparent windows in the intimate shops. To see someone in it, you had to go in. The question is, what did my grandmother do? 0 0 0