Όμορφη νεαρή σκύλα αποστεώνεται από μυώδη τύπο

I wish I could tell you that I came from a good family, one with a mother and a father

and all that, that there was someone who cared when I ran away, but I'd be lying to you.

I never knew my parents.

My first memories are of foster homes, adoption agencies, and church groups.

My early life was much like being trapped in a pinball machine.