In China, my curly blond locks and blue/green orbs were the subject of great admiration. I was asked to pose for pictures with a group of Chinese tourists at the Confucius Mansion. I thought they wanted a group picture, but no, every single one of them wanted a picture alone with moi. I was told in several occasions that I was very beautiful. So despite the fact that the pollution over there makes the Mexico City air seem as fresh as gales from the Swiss Alps, I am seriously considering moving to China, a place where my unique beauty is truly appreciated.
Look me up in Shanghai, wearing a surgical mask.
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