I said that I would never be a dresser again, never in my entire life even if i were payed with cholcolate covered brittish men. Well, I am a dresser. I don't even dress anyone, all I do is laundry and ironing. Ain't it glamorous. THat is ok. It's for Revelence which is a mad, crazy, fucked up art form that I'm proud to handle the sweaty socks
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