Dirty, trashy–yet a fascinating country.

I was once at a rural bus stop–no facilities except an open field across from the bus top. Having to answer nature I went across the road like many other passengers, but being a Feranghi Umerican people continued to stare at me instead of ignoring me as they did all the other folks attending to their business. I was used to the left hand concept and used it–however, what got the crowd excited at first was when I lowered my shorts and my untouched-by-the-sun white behind came into view. Many comments could heard about the colorlessness of my butt. Then I started ripping up newspaper and using it with my left hand to do what what necessary–uproar on the roadside, never seen such a thing. When I returned to the road, a wide swatch opened before me because none of the bystanders wanted to accidentally touch such an unclean person.

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