I like honesty prancing around like a naked woman in high heels and a fur coat, 
and then all of a sudden she flashes you and you can either appreciate it and gawk or ogle or be offended and cover your eyes. 
You can be like "Did I just see that?" and then process it, but I don't give a shit either way because it's bare truth. 
And that's my strain of honesty.

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