When you come from a place where people get their heads cut off for doing the "wrong" thing, like go into a certain territory, banging the wrong chick, or whatever. Endure this on a daily basis for generations, and you too, will give zero fucks.
My late ex was raised in a shithole 3rd world country. She had stories. There was a place where she was from, the Muslims controlled it. You had to cross a bridge to get in there. If you ever look over the bridge, to the bottom. Well, that's where they dispose of the bodies. Lots of them, missing their heads.
Experiences like this are a daily thing, fun for all ages.
When you come from a place where people get their heads cut off for doing the "wrong" thing, like go into a certain territory, banging the wrong chick, or whatever. Endure this on a daily basis for generations, and you too, will give zero fucks.
My late ex was raised in a shithole 3rd world country. She had stories. There was a place where she was from, the Muslims controlled it. You had to cross a bridge to get in there. If you ever look over the bridge, to the bottom. Well, that's where they dispose of the bodies. Lots of them, missing their heads.
Experiences like this are a daily thing, fun for all ages.
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