Placeholder: [art by Ralph Steadman] she smiles, ready to fight, in dust, rust and blood, her body is covered with cartridge belts, her boots are made for walking on the dunes of Tatooine [art by Ralph Steadman] she smiles, ready to fight, in dust, rust and blood, her body is covered with cartridge belts, her boots are made for walking on the dunes of Tatooine

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[art by Ralph Steadman] she smiles, ready to fight, in dust, rust and blood, her body is covered with cartridge belts, her boots are made for walking on the dunes of Tatooine

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

4 days ago

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