There's a woman with a bottle and small plastic
cups, offering free tequila shots to us passengers on the train. I declined. I don't
know what's really in that bottle. It could be part urine for all I know.
Female 1 "Girl, you know he aint my type." Female 2 "Bitch, your type don't fuck with you. Your type don't like you."
I too would have done the same. We cannot trust anyone now a days...
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