Hey there, it's me again. The friendly yet suspicious merchant who doesn't sell you anything, keeps appearing wherever you are while you, a young girl, travel alone. I see nothing wrong. Keep doing your thing. Hola Amiga, ready for a battle? Hello, and 9-1-1. A big f***ing tomboy keeps stalking me and proclaiming herself as my rifle. Send help. This is unbearable, and she hugs me. Her huge chest suffocates me. I am afraid for my wife. God, I wish that was me.