When I first saw it, I was in knee-jerk shock. They were all speaking French it seemed! I didn’t know French! What the hay!
Who was this anon or that anon? Vile things from one, good things from another! Their house was a locker room. One Golden Rule.
If you were offended, it was your choice to be offended, don’t blame the “offender” and try to impose your will on others. Learn to filter. Enjoy near FREEDOM.
The longer I lingered, the more I was able to understand the reason why the sights and sounds were habbening the way they did.
It’s not a quaint tea parlor suitable for just the outwardly civil appearing. It is pure honesty without a mask.
Truth or Not. The visitor is forced to use their God given brain and allow others to use theirs, folly or not.
Shine the light of Diogenes there, you’ll come closer to finding an honest person.
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Gonna steal this and use it when I get this PM’s asking about The Nerds in the Forbidden City! So much better than I have done!
“””Gonna steal this and use it when I get this PM’s asking about The Nerds in the Forbidden City! So much better than I have done!”””
You are far too kind. I’m just a baby Pepe, there are others here who have a far sharper edge than I.
Perhaps they will speak, that is, if they can endure keeping their tongue tied behind their back.
A place for everybody.
WWG1WGA