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One hella rollercoaster… Literally.
I always thought I was good with rollercoasters—until I went to an American amusement park. You see, my whole previous experience with rides came from small local fairs. There were usually pirate ships, car racing rings, spinning swings, and other things like that. In later years, small but ridiculously crazy twisters appeared, but that was Continue reading
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Meeting All The Cuties.
The summer was wild. The number of dates I went on exceeded anything I’d experienced before—and since. I’m not even sure how that happened. Did I somehow send out a desperate signal to the universe of single men about my upcoming departure, drawing them in like a magnet? Or was it just random? Because, except Continue reading
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God Bless America and Women – Wait, Am I Gay?
That was a good one, I know. And no, I’m not gay. But I learned a new word: bisexual. And suddenly, the world got a lot more colorful. This might sound strange to some people—understandably, it was 2017, not the deep, dark ’50s. But I come from a post-communist country and a town of 2,000 Continue reading
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Daddy issues, who?
Yeah, I know. What a cliché. But let me get into it. I haven’t been meeting up with Sir MagicalCarpet much anymore after he kicked me out of his apartment like an unwanted puppy. It was all weird, and I was annoyed by it. So I tried what every scorched woman has tried before. I Continue reading
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Everyone is hot. And possibly on drugs. Welcome to Manhattan.
I have visited the city several times since arriving in America, but besides the Halloween party, I was never there at night. Clubbing is not really my forte; I don’t feel all that comfortable being surrounded by so many people. But I enjoy dancing, which is how the girls persuaded me to go. “Let’s go Continue reading
Life in Ink and Footsteps 