Adjectives before Nouns is critical

I speak to everyone. Usually people tend to steer clear from conversing with others looking a little shabby, but I don’t give a shit what you wear, I’ll fucking make conversation if and when I feel like speaking just because. Anyways. This street fruit hawker was like ‘Naartjies, sweetness’ – and to be honest I was fed up with these damn street people feeling so fucking pull-it-out-of-their-arse confident thinking THEY have a shot with ME. The fucking Princess. Baybeh please. Seriously, a garbage guy whistles at me and THAT’S the start of how we’ll say our lovestory began to our kids? No nigger, pipe down. Anyways, so I decided to challenge the hawker because my cup was near fucking overflowing. He came closer to my car window and again – said, ‘naartjies sweetness’. So I gave him a wtf look and said – REALLY. Sweetness? So he was like, nee. Dis soete naartjies. Hashtag, LOL embarassing! :D He wasn’t being cocky and flirtatious. He was just a horrible Afrikaans to English translator. What he meant was, sweet naartjies, getcha sweet naarjies here. …Maybe that garbage guy who whistled DID have a puncture in his face. Point is, not every guy is trying to get into your pants. Most of them are. But there’s a 0.0000000001% of straight, unmarried guys that just communicate badly.

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