It was about eleven thirty in the night when Rajaram Shah, feeling quite unlike himself realised that only a paltry sum of fifty euros stood in front of his four inch inch penis and the six foot two inch ivory white prostitute standing in front of him. He had purchased dry fruits and spices that were more expensive in the past. Rajaram had turned right at the intersection. An old wrinkled man had been furiously arg.

No, you may not. I was at work today when a colleague brought up the Bangalore molestation issue. Did you see that? I was reading some pieces about it, I read about how women went running towards cops because nobody else could help. I read about how the Bangalore Mirror got pictures of the whole thing.