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As is usually the case, the innocent days, or good ole days, exist in fantasy. Almost sixty years ago a friend of mine got a job in a pulp wood plant in Alabama through his father's connections with the paper industry. He was shipped off to Alabama for the summer. It started out okay except all the redneck guys in the plant talked about getting a little cock. My friend thought he'd fallen into a factory that employed only homosexuals. After a week he finally said something to an older worker who laughed and explained a cock referred to women's parts. Wow, that was a relief.
When I moved to Mexico I met an American who was studying Christian Spanish. That was his view of Spanish with all the "bad" words removed. I asked how he would buy eggs in the market since the word for eggs also meant testicles. He didn't understand the question.
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