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The raunch and babble from a strumpet such as this might cause one's bones to slough off their own skin.

This gal however, will collect said skin and then make it into a fucking lunchbox or a trapper keeper or some crafty shit like that.

Therein lies the Tawnya dilemma; you'll forever live in fear of UV rays, but you will know EXACTLY where your documents and avocados are at all times.

A tricky gal and licentious howler who by me is deeply, deeply missed.