Patina Aguilera

The more direct remix to the anchors. Starts on a thin, pink layback with teeny-bopper fingers. The cleft note goes to a steep, blonde face with deep, groovey monos and provacative two finger pockets that have an almost burlesque quality to them.

Then comes a new sensation, hurt. This milkmaid of a climb gets pumpy and a bit technical for what seems a long while before the wardrobe malfunction reveils the ample jugs at the top.