Madison Wolcott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me happy? Her guts. She’s no victim, nah, she’s fightin’. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d say she’s a damn superhero in fishnets. Animation’s my gig, so I’m thinkin’ – imagine her drawn, all bold lines, smokey eyes, struttin’ past sketchy alleys. Oof, I’d animate the hell outta that!

2 thoughts on “The Boy the Earth Talks to: Gold and Progress in Deadwood”

Wolcott accuses Tolliver of being desperate over losing power. "What I do in a situation like that, instead of murdering helpless women," says.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Wolcott (us)! I’ve been livin’ here for ages, runnin’ my chill massage parlor on Main St., right near Third & Elm. Seriously, it's wild how everything feels so alive, ya know? I mean, every nook and cranny in Wolcott has a vibe—rushing energy and some seriously odd little corners. "R2-D2, where are you?" I always mutter when I see the city buzzin’ at night!

Wolcott woman captures amazing up-close images of snowflakes