When I was 20 years old, I would end up at the police station every month for fights. Since I acted like a "good cat" with the police, they never seemed to think I was at fault, partly because sometimes I would scratch myself with my nails to preempt the situation. Over the years, I reduced my visits to the station, and it's been a full 2-3 years since I last went. 

This is true evolution, and thanks to my looks and tits, I’ve always managed to get through things and always will.
#grownostr #Nostr #Bitcoin #Police #Protest 

 Honest question here

Why is it always the tits? 

 Because they are truly a powerful weapon when I lose control and credibility due to mental fluctuations and imaginary friends. It’s a defense mechanism for people like me, a kind of adaptation of the body with the mind, let's say. God knew well what He created. 

 Hahaha for real? 

 😒 

 No, really? 

 In western Europe, they don’t take women who end up in the police station too seriously. They are fairly laid-back and will often make jokes like, "See you next month," but most cases have been related to protests, which I have justified by saying I’m a journalist. 

 Oh is that so? I don’t have a clue about it. Sad truth probably 

 Thank god for the tits then. I guess? 🤷🏼‍♂️😄 

 Hail tits only! 

 You should make a hashtag out of tits

This! I meant this 

 #tits #Hailtitsonly 

 That was easy 

 > taking people seriously

not advisable 

 Emmm well depends 

 Enjoy it while it lasts, tits sag eventually. 

 I’ll reduce my tits if I manage to find a boomer for a serious relationship. 😒 

 The boomers are starting to die out, you need to act fast