Would-be drop dead lovely in another locale, another social setting, upbringing, family background. (Anywhere but here might be putting the case too strongly.)
Sitting opposite two admirers her own age; mid-upper teens. Understandably, the boys are both armed with flamin’ ciggies.
Cutie pie. Lighter tone pink nails; brighter tube top. Bare midriff. Sitting upright, legs crossed. Their postures shifting & restless. Understandably.
Something, something boli me / mu — kurac…
The gender here was significant; in the rapid soon lost.
Something, something gives me / him — cock-ache (not).
A rough equivalent for the American / Australian, Who gives a rat’s / f_ck.
Bit rich of course disgust like that coming from a former gutter-mouth who was once barred by a friend’s mother from their house across the road. (Reformed after more than a decade among the tempered Muslim Malays on the SE Asian Equator.)
A short while later mention was made by same of Sarajevo... Well, certainly the Bosnians—of which there were many former refugees here—used rather more liberally and loud, both & all genders.
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