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?


Enjoy it while it lasts, tits sag eventually.


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.


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


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.


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


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