ok... so a while ago I told myself I wasn't gonna do mannequins anymore. They're overdone.
Especially by me.

... how could I resist? she just... shall I say... 'jumped out at me'?

the people who designed her, from what I could tell were sidewalk hair stylists. They spoke very broken english but I understood from one of them that they changed her several times during the day.
"one for breakfast time. One for lunch time. one for now"

she seems the type to need different outfits for different purposes.

apparently the nipple piercings were a diner time affair.