Viscera in Danger (revamp)

Their need is visceral. Oh! Pretty blonde girl, fresh trailer park trash, junkyard dogs snarl and quarrel over your flesh— tongues wag to get at your bones. Twelve years old, and your marrow is aromatic. ? Mother’s a full-time drunk, and you only got a part-time daddy. ? Good luck, babe; welcome to Contaminated Manor.…