Air-Brushwalker I

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I met this weird girl claiming she was a painter artist at the Contemporain & Grotesque art galery of Jupiter 3. She was asking me fervently to be her model for a new serie of work, insisting and praising, trying to convince me that I was true inspiration to her. Well, judging by the results, I dunno if she is real talented, but the critics seem to think she is. I was not even allowed to keep my mohawk haircut for posing at her studio. I ended with this laughable veil on my head instead. Not even inviting me for a drink or two after she was done with this doll play. This is the last time I accept being used as an art model. Artists these days, Pfff... Whatever.