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I had to travel downtown yesterday to get errands done, and picrel is basically what every woman is wearing, minus the chains and the straps. No, I wasn't at a rave either.
>Nearly every woman is exposing her midriff
>Skirts or shorts that barely cover their ass (or even doesn't cover their ass sometimes)
>underwear line peaking out from shorts or skirt
>Tanktops that don't even try hiding cleavage
>If not these, then form-fitting clothing that leaves NOTHING to the imagination, not even the outline of their vagina
I swear I couldn't even walk in a straight line without keeping my head down so I don't look at the woman's ass in front of me which is barely covered by the linen of her skirt. Going outside is like exposing yourself to constant pornography. It's quite literally an assault on my senses that I do not consent to when I'm trying to get basic errands done.
And don't fucking tell me it's because of the heat, I'm not buying it. I did all my errands yesterday wearing a long-sleeve shirt and pants. The only things that I had uncovered was basically my head and my hands. The dress was loose and made of linen to allow air to circulate. I was fine the entire day. TFW I'm dressed more moderately than 95% of women on the streets.
Who the fuck is telling women to dress like this? Last week, there was an uproar in Montreal over some jeets leering at women in Parc Jarry:
Are you really surprised that a poor jeet, who almost never sees beautiful women in his home country, realized that he can walk outside and see all the beautiful naked women his heart desires? Things are going to get even worse too when they realize these women are only for display and there's no chance in hell of even speaking with them.
This is straight up psychological warfare, being constantly exposed to naked, beautiful women whose company I'll never get to enjoy. I hate going outside for this reason, I feel more at ease being at home, where I can ignore the World.
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