“He ain’t no cowboy… what is that fru fru shit around his neck?”
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first email from my Mom this morning.
That “fru fru shit” she’s referring to is a neck tattoo. In case you’re wondering.

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first email from my Mom this morning.
That “fru fru shit” she’s referring to is a neck tattoo. In case you’re wondering.