Our first conversation is about hookers
Or, rather, what I'm doing for the ethnography I'm writing, which is sit in my car on Univ Ave and spy on the hookers and their pimps. This dude hardly ever talks to me, much less looks at me, but he heard me talking about the hookers (I was talking with the girl who sits next to him) and suddenly he's all perked up and interested. Pervert. But he has really nice eyes, and I don't say that about anyone. And it's not really his eyes that are nice (though they're this really pleasant shade of blue) but the lazy look of them. And I like his too blond beard (though he's shaved it) and that he doesn't dress very well at all and and and -- you know, silly things like that. YO, I LIKE YO FACE. I want to tell him.
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