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One freak has continually eluded my camera. Three times now. I will persevere. Anyway, here is the breakdown of her attire, and I use that term loosely; she looks rather loose. Bedraggled and pallid, fake, leopard-fur jacket. The type of fabric one would see on the loincloth of a "native" in a B-movie. Shop-worn, straight-leg jeans, so tight you could have hidden a copy of The Economist in her lumpish cameltoe. I must qualify something. Her porcine legs were extremely dense, so the "straight leg" was not so much straight, as it was a polynomial approximation of a Jordan arc.…