We were all a lot tipsy, and when Bianca shared my tragic backstory, I became the house project. All the girls are determined to straighten out my fucked-up fairytale and make my dreams come true… And Glitter Girl was born. And the rest is a hypersonic history. And even though I’m not taking off my clothes, I’m sure the lust-inducing strip-tease I do would never pass Graziella’s smell test. I’m Salome, asking a horned-up King Herod for John the Baptist’s head on a platter.
