| Motto: |
It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat. by Theodore Rooseve |
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I recently met Gewargis at one of the shops on Ulmerton. I was pleasantly surprised at her attractiveness and how pleasant she was. She greeted me in a slinky black dress and looked very sexy. She may be taller than I listed. We took care of preliminaries and I can tell you I will repeat just because she was fun, nice and friendly. It was not all business, which is how some of the girls can be at the shops. She was really great. I wish I could score her higher, especially her performance, but since she was being safe and careful this is as high as is permitted.