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Blending is for the weak.

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Published: Feb 16, 2006

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Hahaa.

Just a little five minute sketch with my spankin' new and cheap tablet...I liked the bold effect so much I'm submitting it as a deviation. The character's one of my new pets; Madame Eso Pannary, boxer, ex-con, and unremarkable woman you'd pass by in the street. She's got a good sharp heart, in spite of all the crap she obviously puts her body through.

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