My Body Is An Instrument

I Had My Mouth Done When I Was 27. It Was A Botched Job. Obviously, If I Had Liked My Mouth I Wouldn't Have Had It Re-done.

I Wouldn't Say I Was A Rebel As Such, But I Certainly Wasn't Right At School.

If A Man Or Woman Has Something Redone It Is Because He Or She Can No Longer Live With That Part Of Their Body, It Is No Longer Bearable. Either They Get Help And Find The Strength To Fight Or They Proceed With The Act.

I Was A Very Bad Student. I Didn't Know What I Wanted To Do, But I Knew I Didn't Want To Go Farther In School. I Hated School And Was Always The Bad One; I Was Always Insulting The Teachers.

My Looks Haven't Prevented Me From Playing Prostitutes Or People Broken By Life. But When They Need A Token Blonde With Big Breasts, That's Ok, Too. It's Part Of The Game.