Jessie Schiewe Two-thirds of Slut Mobb (Twiggy Rasta Masta, right; Bootychaaain, left).
It's springtime in Hollywood. The sky is cloudless and blue. Tourists bake in the sun and the Hollywood sign winks from the hills. A low-flying plane poops smoke trails overhead. On the rooftop of a 1920s apartment building, two girls are smoking a joint and listening to music from a cell phone.
"Genius, right?" says the girl with the blue hair, who goes by the name Twiggy Rasta Masta. She has gold-encased teeth and a slight Spanish accent. Brown liner is stenciled around her lips and a gold chain hangs from her neck. The inside of her left wrist reads, "Yeah!"
"So good," agrees her friend, Bootychaaain. She has short hair, like a boy's -- curly on top, buzzed on the sides. Her nails are teal and over three-inches long, perfect for holding stubby joints.
Busted out the womb, is the Young Daughter, sings the third member of their crew. Heard your ass was thirsty/Need some fuckin' water. Her voice is wan and she sounds bored.