A man's blood, sweat and tears in it's final form

If we're honest our hard money really just ends up in lashes, boots, wigs, weaves, gigantic acrylic nails, dresses, pounds of caked on makeup and lipstick. Maybe a corset or two (<-Although that one I really like)

I don't know how I feel about it all. But I'll continue to slave away like a fucking asshole. At the very least, I'm keeping hordes of Vietnamese women off the street.