There are five types of people you can find in a market. Some are there to buy, simple some never find anything correct some want to just hop around from this shop to that shop some are there just to meet friends nothing to do what all fashion trends hanging out, chilling at a wrong place like on this planet, the whole of human race
I am here, just to admire, the beauty expressed by these clothes, flesh and diversity someone's curves, something's color smile of a sweet girl, captivating like no other the fit of her fancy dress, the way she walks her bare legs moving to this catchy tune like on a sunlit dessert, golden rays silhouetted on the sand dune. They say not to look at girls in that way why do they dress and make up if no one is there to appreciate it, I say please do not mistake me for a ***** pervert nuisance as I am here just to be happy, in utter silence for its a market, and not a field of violence.
To all those really beautiful girls I have seen, in admiration and not as a pervert.