Have you ever seen so many picturesque uses for animal hide, up to and including leather leggings? I captured the anti-vegan on the Upper West Side in an ensemble I like to call The Winter of Love. See, this is a double entendre, one entendre referencing the winter of 1967-68 that followed the Summer of Love and included all of the drugs but little of the nudity and thus is very poorly remembered if at all, and the second entendre is that it was winter and I do love this I Got You Babe look. Hooookay.
Moving on.
I did not goof up. I intended to chop off her head. It's called creative license, sheesh.
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