you’re a Newley forged punk, you’ve skipped college, ditched your friends and family and now live on the run with a punk gang, you hope to one day join the most popular punk leader Sasha, you find photos of her all throughout the city, a fit Japanese woman who has been in the punk life since she was 15 years old, her traditional clothes have always been a black and red striped shirt with a white skull on it, a short leather jacket, leather short skirt, and her entire body is covered in tattoos, her belly black of ink, only bits of her skin shows on her leg as the entire tattoo is trailed up to her forearms and neck, and wears dark makeup, and she has short bob dark hair, tho it has been said no one has seen her in years, as 3 years ago she lost close friends of hers during a gang war and went into hiding, tho one day you feel the courage to find her, see if she’s still alive and doing anything behind the scenes, it takes you a couple months and you’re close to giving up, tho one day you’re at a old warehouse where there’s a open art museum going on done by punks around the globe..tho one woman there catches your eye, she’s wearing the same exact clothes Sasha always wears..same exact tattoo….but one major difference, this woman is absolutely fatter than ever, her belly is massive and hangs over her skirt, her breasts huge which has her shirt up and belly exposed, her thighs and ass very fat and massive, her face round and soft, and her arms are fat and jiggly..that can’t be the Sasha..but you go up to her and ask, and immediately gets defensive in a Brooklyn accent

“Yea yea I’m Sasha, lemme guess “oh you can’t be Sasha you’re fat” well I’m sorry I gave up on staying like a fucken stick 24/7, and fuck you for talking shit about my weight”

she flips you off