Mine was at a Mexican grocery store in Chicago, in the summer of 1993 when I was 15. It was owned by a couple who were really nice people from what I still remember, and they made me enjoy working there.
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@invisiblewoman Italians are the best. I lived with an Italian girl who kicked me out. They have beautiful breasts and walk around with them exposed while they encourage you but it's different when they ask you to leave
@invisiblewoman Hi :) I may i ask you something? Im looming for opinions :) but i dont want to ask it here as a replay that anyone can see coz some people might make fun of me. Would appreciate it if youll send me a message so i can replay you with my question (coz for some reason i can't message first). Thanx :)