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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

One of my more interesting finds in the last couple weeks is a Mexican doll named Sara.

Her tired, old body and vacant stare immediately caught my attention. I was told she had lived a hard life. Jobs were scarce and her small town offered little hope for a skilled laborer, let alone a naive and uneducated woman. Perched in a windowsill she welcomed in lonely workers far from home, longing for the company of a young, nubile girl.

I felt an overwhelming urge to bring her home and care for her. I knew that it would take some time, but eventually I would win her trust and slowly erase the memories of drunken men frantically pressing their rancid, beer soaked mustaches against her soft and delicate skin.

Once home, she relaxed into the couch and let out a plaintive sigh as if she’d been traveling for a very long time. We exchanged pleasantries and talked about her family back home. She told me her father was once a rancher but drought and age forced him to resort to selling fruits and bags of tamarind juice along the town’s main thoroughfare.

After a few drinks, her tensed posture slowly softened and she began to fidget provocatively against the smooth cotton fabric of the sofa. Feeling a bit uneasy, I awkwardly asked her if she wanted to watch some TV. She tossed her hair back and offered an abject smile as if my question had already been answered.

What followed next can only be described in picture.

Kitty felt a little embarrassed and ashamed for not doing something to stop her wistful dance.

I feel dirty.