Miss X was born and raised in the south of Tensiontown, in Riotsville. In Riotsville, nearly everyone was Barking Mad. You didn’t have to do anything to warrant this title; you were just born Barking Mad. (If you weren’t a BM, you were from The Other Side, and a sitting target for “gettin’ the face [...]
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