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November 11, 2016
Ladies, please don't talk to me in the locker room when any part of you is exposed that you wouldn't expose while in the gym "proper". And no, I don't mean your tender heart, your vulnerable soul, or your wet hair. I mean the other stuff, the tits that could gut me if you spin around quickly to squeal a greeting to someone, the "eye" that jovially winks at me when you bend from the waist to linger over applying lotion to your legs, or the plucked chicken tucked between them. I won't want to look, but I'll be compelled.