My grandpa called my sister a "lady of the night" when he saw what she was wearing before going to the bars. There's just something about my grandfather thinking about prostitutes and equating them to his oldest granddaughter that doesn't sit well with me. Now I can't stop myself from thinking about him thinking about prostitutes whenever I see him. He started a vicious cycle.
Chicago, IL
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