Looks like it’s a Thirsty Throwback Thursday today, woo hoo! Was going through my old Photobucket account, and couldn’t help myself. I will admit, those were the fucking days. I didn’t give a fuck about the haters, I knew where my head was at and never did anything that made me feel uncomfortable or ashamed. I LOVED getting paid to get dolled up and dance. It was good money, and fun times! My only regret: those God awful space boots. However, I absolutely adored being 5’7″! #gallery-14846-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-14846-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 25%; } #gallery-14846-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-14846-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */
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