Hairless whisper
Oh, well imagine. A couple of days ago I was striving through the aisles of the small corner store when I couldn’t help to hear, no, I couldn’t help to hear an exchanging of words. “What a beautiful melon.” What a beautiful melon said a patron to a stocker. “And yes but what a shame, but what a shame we’re not getting in any more.” I chimed in with a “haven’t you people ever heard of stocking the goddamn store, no.” To which he replied “Please, sir, would you mind your own business.” And I did. However, I came across a so called “depilatory cream”. I heard of it before but never tried it. That was until now. I was intrigued to go home and test it immediately and was telling Ahmed about it but she was like “When you shave off your hair our thing – whatever this is – is over” …. so basically it was a win-win situation. Also she told that those creams smell like shit. Mine was with flower extract so it smells like a field of freshly blooming flowers. While I put it on on my pri