There's a homosexual who's now interested in me at the hostels.
The pacific islanders are based, making funnt sounds and fugging meth whores on the side. An islander gave me an ice cream when I walked to the supermarket barefoot, telling me I'm courageous being myself and walking barefoot (4km).
Then I walked back with 10kg of botatoes, olive oil, garlic and some eggs. People kept laughing at me, which in turn, made me giggle at how bizarre I suppose I looked with a box of goods in my arms and no feet.
t.happy hippie with an expired driver's license