Her full set of breasts jiggled as she lifted up her shovel in continuous motions;
allowing sweat drips to fall all over her face underneath the safety helmet;
wet sweat patches gathered at obvious areas and she had deliberately wore white;
she felt hot but thankful for the sunblock lotion;
the males looked and whistled in collaborated disturbance;
flattered she was, but she tried not to show it;
she is determined and eager to get what she is looking for;
in an almost immediate instant I know who she is:

a golddigger.

But can you blame her for who she really is inside;
in this world that we live in today;
and all she ever wanted was a better life;
in one that she has not been obliged.


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