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“Please when did I turn into Cinderella? Is my pussy going to turn into a pumpkin tonight ‘cause nobody told me?”

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Book:Welcome to the Sh*tShow

Source: Welcome to the Sh*tShow

“There were women, too. They were a little more what I expected. Tight jeans. Tank tops without bras. Evening makeup at noon. Jersey hair. The general vibe varied from “wouldn’t look out of place on a corner of 47th” to “could work at a really nice strip club.”

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Book:Omens

Source: Omens

“They were dressed in leather like biker chicks. Serena had on platform boots, a tight-fitting motorcycle jacket, and a mini. Jimena wore studded ankle boots, a bareback leather halter top, and a hip-hugging matching skirt.”

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Book:The Secret Scroll

Source: The Secret Scroll

“Bessie Stringfield epitomised the Carefree Scamp. She wasn’t trying to be any sort of inspiration for black women or female bikers. She was just living her life. It was her road and she knew that no one else could ride it for her”

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Book:Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“At the tender age of 19 Bessie Stringfield commenced traveling across the United States. She’d toss a penny onto a map of the States and wherever it landed was where she’d go, and this was at the height of racism at its ugliest, yet this never stopped her. Though often denied accommodation because of the colour of her skin, she would find a place to sleep with black families or, if this wasn’t possible, she’d simply sleep on her motorbike at filling stations, using her rolled up jacket as a pillow”

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Book:Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“Damn. Betrayed by her best two-wheeled buddy. She deserved it, really. Regardless of whatever caused this, she was in command of the bike, so she only had herself to blame. “Sorry, mate.” She groaned sadly at the once beautiful custom blue metal. “Rest in Pieces, Doogie.”

Book:The Scribemaster Chronicles

Source: The Scribemaster Chronicles