Lives in the industrial detritus-strewn neighborhood of Bushwick, Brooklyn. She is a member of the avant-post-fuck-you band The Drayton Sawyer Gang who terrorize and manually please hipster audiences and children's parties both in New York and other, less pretentious states. There are many other things that she does which are none of your goddamn business. Unless, of course, it shows up in the police blotter or receives a rave review from the New York Times.
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