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Frozen solid in a rigid sex web, Billie ponders the wisdom of saying, "sure, why not," that
fateful phone conversation the day before. She began the day a fiberglass neophyte,
and would leave the casting room a little altered.
Frozen, under my thumb, with a vibrator under my, um, thumb...you feel like you are a
patient. I enter a different headspace, when I know that you're totally stuck underneath me.
A vibrator-and-moans two-piece music ensemble will keep rigid-fan viewers entertained for ample video clips,
but when I'm in the moment, I'm not performing for anyone.
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