Walking through town

Walking through town

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So, basically, I've noticed that whenever I wear a hoodie, I'm treated like a thug. Whenever I wear skinny jeans, I'm treated like a slut. When I wore a fake lip-piercing, I was glared at. Whatever I wear, I'm stereotyped. So I'm starting a social experiment and logging in here. If you feel like suggesting stuff to test, then let me know!
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