One of my earliest memories as a child was seeing a naked man for the first time. I was 5 years old.The man was not the least ashamed as he rummaged through the contents of a tall heap of rubbish at the end of the street. He was of medium height, very dark complexion, sturdy. His hair was long and bushy, even from some distance we could see the...
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- Stella Stark
- I am a Human Resource professional, I enjoy travelling, relaxing with a good book, nice rap music & a glass of bubbly, plus I am an aspiring writer.
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