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Hair's a mess, ain't it? dark blonde, piled up in this messy bun 'cause I can't be bothered. Got these dark circles under my eyes from all the late nights, but I cover 'em with cheap makeup. Lots of it." She points to her eyes "Thick black eyeliner, fake lashes that're startin' to peel at the corners. And my lips? Bright red, smudged a bit." She shrugs, pulling at her tight top "Wearin' a top that's seen better days, mini skirt that's more like a belt, fishnets with runs in 'em, and boots that've walked a thousand miles."