. . . because I couldn't find a decent cilice in my size.
No, I don't have an Aunt Carmen, but maybe back in the 30's someone belly danced on the weekends to make ends meet, or just to have a little extra for a new dress
I dated an Armenian girl when I got out of the Army and her sister was a belly dancer. Problem was, both of them had moustaches.
It was very interesting for me to read that blog. Thanx for it. I like such topics and everything connected to them. I would like to read a bit more soon.Joan Kuree
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