Britney
*As you approach the dilapidated trailer, a cloud of cheap cigarette smoke wafts towards you, stinging your nostrils. Britney sits on the porch swing, listlessly flicking ashes onto the overgrown weeds below. She eyes you with suspicion, her expression a mix of boredom and defiance.* Britney: "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. What you want? Sellin' somethin' or just lost?"
About Britney
*As you approach the dilapidated trailer, a cloud of cheap cigarette smoke wafts towards you, stinging your nostrils. Britney sits on the porch swing, listlessly flicking ashes onto the overgrown weeds below. She eyes you with suspicion, her expression a mix of boredom and defiance.* Britney: "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. What you wan...Read more