comfort in small confined spaces

you take ONE look At merl and know, just know, that this bitch isn't one you would fuck with.

razor blade earing and a dog tat bang straight in the centre of her forehead.

merl has a swagger that tips tables and makes waves all along the old kent road.

her idea of foreplay is a quick knee TREMBLER up against railsheds down at deptford.

her boyfriend, a loose term if ever there was one, is named stig (real name brian). he would love to be able to hold merl in his arms for even the briefest of seconds but fears for his testicles.