Is there a graceful way to tell someone they're full of malarkey when they try to inform me of their city's surprisingly common brothel law? I swear I must hear it once a week.
At a province recruitment work shop, a girl in the newest chapter told our adviser and god and everyone that Marysville (or wherever her school was) had a law that said more than five women living together was a brothel and that's why they couldn't have a house. AND NO ONE CORRECTED HER.
GC is turning me into the most bizarre kind of snob: a GLO fact elitist.
