Nails, Nails, Where Art Thou?

Damn I miss my acrylics. I was 16 here.

This photo was taken on the way home from Autosalon in Melbourne. I was actually modeling for our business this year. No bikinis or butt hanging out, just a skirt and zip up top with TURBULENCE written across my chest.

It's funny, I met a guy that day. He was a chubby Lebo, braces, a peaked up cap and bumbag, the whole nine yards. His name is Meroin or Mario as he called himself back then.

Eight years later and we are still speaking.

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