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Originally Posted by Otter
I was at a greasy spoon restaurant just a couple days ago and one of the girls working there was smoking hot. Almost like "why aren't you hanging from a pole at the Spearmint Rhino making $2000 a night" kind of smoking hot. Her ass was what dreams are made of.
One of the managers was sitting on the stool next to me that I know enough to say 'hi' and small talk and asked how old she was.
I would have guessed 24 at ground minimum. She was 17.
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On a contrasting note, I took swimming lessons in my 20s, and there was a girl in my class who was mind-numbingly cute and the back of her swimsuit was what dreams are made of. I gaped at her for a while, but assumed that she was sixteen or something so I kept my distance. It turned out that she was older than me and married.