“I remember being shocked the first time I saw a transvestite. I must have been seven or eight and I was at the main market in Acapulco with my aunt when I saw ‘him’. He was standing outside a fruit stall, with curly hair, very dark skin, muscular arms, electric blue eyelids and red lips. — Come on in, beautiful,...
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