It’s 1981. Feel Joan Jett’s voice in your chest. Imagine a dimly light space, the smell of sweat and cigarettes, and the faint sound of paper rustling. You see me, careless and free, half naked, with nothing but fishnets and a pair of high heels to
published on 2020-06-08 03:25:20 by MindyBardot in redd.it/gyr0hi