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“Bitch (noun): A woman who won't bang her head against the wall obsessing over someone else's opinion - be it a man or anyone else in her life. She understands that if someone does not approve of her, it's just one person's opinion; therefore, it's of no real importance. She doesn't try to live up to anyone else's standards - only her own. Because of this, she relates to a man very differently.”

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Sherry Argov
Sherry Argov

Sherry Argov is a renowned writer, born on November 5, 1977. Her works primarily focus on interpersonal relationships and emotions, aiming to help people improve communication skills and build healthier relationships. more

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