I might look sweet, but don't be fooled.
I know twenty-seven ways to kill you with a paperclip, and I do not hesitate or
I don't need romance or friends, I have a wife and as many lovers
as I can stand, and my world is choked with simpering yes-men.
I don't need you.
But maybe I want
Maybe I want to use you and dispose of you like a moist towellette.
I'm four foot ten.
At least that tall.
I'm flat-chested and not ashamed to
admit it, but I have a booty made in heaven.
I have a beautiful pixie face that cost a bundle at a Beverly
Half my teeth are fakes.
And I'm covered in scars, not all of them bullet holes, but each with a
I play rough and I
I am tiny, ferocious, and a killer