
Based on some of the comments we get around here, it's safe to say that some of you might suspect me of possessing my very own pair of cajones. Attached ones, that is. Not, like, in a jar or something. Sicko.
Well, it turns out that there might be something to that. No, no, I'm not a man. Not even part man. Sure, I can beat you in an arm-wrestling competition without even using my arms, but I'm all woman, baby. Only apparently, I write like a man.
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