As I wrote before, part of the reason I have a thing for Faith Leon is that she can look like an innocent country gal but is also an unabahed dirty bird. Therefore, matching her up with Bob Coulter who is a master of something I guess I’d call artistic sleaze is a match made in, well, a hooker motel most likely, or in this case, a junkyard.

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