"When ever I am unhappy I just turn and look at my backside in the mirror and I feel good again." -Juliette of the Spirits (she said something like that. I'm sure it didn't LOOK LIKE 'DIS!)
Thisi white boy with flava in the heat after an hour of legs has to gloat. These are the the sweat patterns of perfection: the triangle suspended over the cleavage of death, the subtle sweat dots hovering over the side dents and, lastly and uncalled for in fabulousness, the dried salt circles on each cheek. The underside has not been filmed. This buffalo gal goes round the outside.