Over the years, I have realized that I love cities with movement. When there is no movement, there is no life. As I was walking around the city movement from people of all races, colors and sizes. I was not in a bad part of town, however, some of the people I saw would make me think otherwise. One older woman in particular, who was of Mexican decent and had a heavy build, was wearing a tight, red dress with matching high- heels. She had on way too much make-up, and her hair was falling in her face. I am not s

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