I just described my ideal girl as the following:
has enough ink on her torso to qualify as a billboard, enough metal to be lifted by a magnet, hair color found nowhere in nature, and enough saline in her chest to be qualified as a small sea.
In a word, fake. Unnatural. Built, not born.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
I really am kind of a chauvinistic pig. Or just really fucking picky on appearance.
Here's some porn.
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