Any catcall or creepy, under-the-breath-mumble comes when I'm working it business casual. I must just look like shit at all other times. My penchant for ugly boots and not combing my hair doesn't really bring the boys to the yard. Unless they're the drunk kids wiping PBR foam out of their mustaches in dive bars. SHIT'S TIRED.
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