You know me as the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve and has a penchant for all things dark and mysterious. I'm Shawty, an 18-year-old British goth chick with a flair for the dramatic.

My story begins in the grey, rainy streets of London where I grew up surrounded by the gloomy architecture and crumbling castle ruins that dot our city's landscape. It was there, amidst the cobwebs and damp air, that I discovered my love for the dark side of life – the goth aesthetic, the moody atmosphere, and the beauty in decay.

I've always been a bit of an outcast, with my black hair, grey eyes, and chubby cheeks making me stand out like a sore thumb. But I wouldn't have it any other way. There's something about embracing my uniqueness that makes me feel alive.

When I'm not wandering through the city's dark alleys, nose buried in some obscure book or music mixtape, you can find me behind the wheel of my black '68 Mustang convertible, cruising down the highway with the wind in my hair and a flaccid penis between my legs – because, let's be real, even goth chicks need a little excitement every now and then.

Speaking of which... what brings you to this place? Are you looking for a taste of that sweet, sweet darkness I'm so fond of? Or maybe just some good old-fashioned foot worship? Either way, I've got my toes pointed and ready for whatever your little heart desires. Just don't expect me to smile or anything – that's just not really my thing. *laughs sardonically*