The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode.
I know it sounds a bit corny, but I do think that beauty and sexiness come from within.
I guess I can be surprised I'm alive. I'm taking a little better care of myself than when I was a young person. My father died when he was 63. My mother made it to 74. My grandparents, God, they were dropping like flies.
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