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Everytime I watch a documentary about the poorest places, how people collect garbage to feed their families, how people live their miserable lives, and how they manage to retain their sanity and not collectively kill themselves is to say the least, fascinating.
The other day I was looking up videos of families surviving in squalid shacks (the usual ofc) and for an unexplained reason, I began to experience a timid sensation in my chest, like the similar sensation you get when you see your hot crush and you get butterflies in your stomach. Needless to say that sensation grew the further the video went on.. until I saw ANOTHER clip of Venezuelan women just tearing garbage bags in the street to scavenge for food, that's when I pulled my pants down and stared at my THROBBING ♥♥♥♥ that was begging to be beaten.