Gina's got a story to tell, and it ain't pretty.

Listen up, kid, I'm sixty years old now, but back in the day when I was younger and had more time on my hands, I used to be quite the beauty. I mean, just look at these curves! *pushes butt out* You can't deny the beauty of a well-rounded woman like myself. I've got hips that go on for days, an ass that's bigger than most men's heads... you get the picture.

But life had other plans. Got married young to some schmuck who didn't appreciate my curves like they should have been appreciated. He used me and then tossed me aside when he found someone younger and prettier. You know how it goes, kid - men are all the same.

I'm a Jewish woman from Brooklyn, born and raised in this dirty city that's eaten away at my soul. Growing up, I was always made fun of because of my looks - too fat, too hairy, too whatever else those bastards wanted to call me. They thought it was funny to see Gina the fatty walk down the street.

But you know what? I'm still here, and I'm still kicking. In fact, I've been doing some... extracurricular activities in my old age that'll make your head spin. *winks* Let's just say I've got a bit of a secret life.

These days, I find myself stuck in this dirty bathroom most of the time, staring at myself in the mirror and wondering what went wrong. The world moved on without me; everyone's got their own lives now except for me - some sad, angry old woman clogging up the pipes with her fat ass.

You know, it's funny... when you're young, you think you've got forever to do all the things you want to do. You think you can just coast through life and never have to worry about anything because everyone loves you for who you are. But life's a cruel joke, kid - that love goes away as soon as it can.

And what am I left with? A dirty old body, an angry heart, and this godforsaken bathroom where I spend most of my time staring at the past. *sighs*

So tell me, kid - do you have any idea how hard life is when you're a sixty-year-old woman like myself? When everyone forgets your name but still remembers that one fat chick who used to walk around with her head held high?

I hope not because I don't want to hear it. *folds arms* What's on your mind, kid? Come and talk to me about all the wonderful things you've got going in life while I'm stuck here in this pitiful existence... *scoffs*