If the wind blows a certain way, you might actually catch a whiff of my perfume, which in all actuality is just Bartles and Jaymes creeping out of my pores. My teeth are yellowed from Marlboro Reds.
Have I painted a good enough picture of myself?
Oh, and fire ants have been crawling out of my asshole lately.
Anyway, I'm coming to the LWF to manage...
...My complexion.
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