Thank the Lord Almighty for the mighty do-nothing arm of bureaucracy. It is this bane of the modern world that brought to CrAZyBaBe Nyxon, a raven-haired vamp who used her “waiting for her papers” time in NYC to shoot a 318-pic package of pure modern-day, retro awesome-icity. Bringing to my dirty ol- mind memories of the broads that live within the pages of Bukowski, Nyxon is my kind of fantasy gal. Her wide, red lips, her breasts, the very meaning of jugs in the way that your uncle says the word, and her tattoos of herself upon her sun-starved thighs. These tats show us that there is more to Nyxon‘s story than what these images are telling. Now, although I’ve yet to be bound up whipped, I do know that if I am ever in NYC waiting for my papers, there is no doubt within me whose hotel room door I’ll be knocking upon in the hopes of feeling the thrill of being dominated. Yeah, that’s right, Nyxon‘s.