Sex n’ violence!
I don’t know about you, but nothing says “sexy,” “liberated,” and “fun” to me like a sharp knife to the crotch.
Also SLF: a pallid, lifeless body wrapped awkwardly around a stripper pole; metallic gold eyeshadow being attacked by what appears to be an urban mammal framed in long, stiff midnight lashes; dead peepers; a butt-white head o’ hair a clump of which is stuck in peptopink lipstick I wouldn’t slap on my li’l pony; a black tuxedo/ballet-inspired leotard with bell-bottom sleeves.
Good news: Cesare Paciotti’s got my number!
