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I’m Justin Tranter. I was born in the suburbs, raised by the city and at twenty-something I willed myself pretty. Call the cops, bolt the locks, put the kids in the basement, cover the women’s faces, except for mine. Call me on a Monday, meet me on a Tuesday, Wednesday lick my face, Thursday naked, Friday naked, Saturday celebrate. It’s all good sweetie cus no ones ever bald in a wig. You could fuck yourself skinny or dance it all off at my gig.