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Thursday, January 9, 2020
I'm tired of hearing your cat calls. Staring at my breasts while I'm talking = not cool. Whistle at me again and I'm going to turn violent. And if I had a dollar for every random guy who told me out of the blue that I'm his soulmate, I would be one wealthy woman. Why any of you think it's OK to send suggestive messages while drunk is beyond me, especially when you’re married. Men, let's get this straight: if a woman is nice, it doesn't mean she's hitting on you.
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