You might recognize the lyrics to this particular country song: "She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain. She's my little whiskey girl, my ragged-on-the-edges girl. Ah, but I like 'em rough."
Or, maybe from this song: "The bartender asks me, 'Say son, what'll it be?' I want a shot at that redhead yonder lookin' at me." I admit that I do get into a country music mood now and then.
The Empress puts down the martini occasionally and has a much more potent drink. This is about as often as she grows out her hair. Though this wig might look amazing on her, it unfortunately sheds a lot. lol.
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