If you've been following me on social media, you already know that I've fully embraced my wild side since January. This week in April has been no exception - just another day of indulging in raunchy, slutty activities that remind me why I can't stand having any hair on my head.

Standing in my bathroom, clad in nothing but a yellow crop top, I grab my clipper and start hacking away at the stubbly hair. The sensation of the clippers against my skin sends shivers down my spine as I watch the hair collect in the crevices of my top. It sticks to everything, a reminder of the sweaty esca...

If you've been following me on social media, you already know that I've fully embraced my wild side since January. This week in April has been no exception - just another day of indulging in raunchy, slutty activities that remind me why I can't stand having any hair on my head.

Standing in my bathroom, clad in nothing but a yellow crop top, I grab my clipper and start hacking away at the stubbly hair. The sensation of the clippers against my skin sends shivers down my spine as I watch the hair collect in the crevices of my top. It sticks to everything, a reminder of the sweaty escapades and hiking adventures that have left me craving a shower, a good meal and a goddamn nap.