Well woo-hoo ain't I just a rebel pushing the envelope of good taste with such a daring double entendre. Guess I just needed an excuse to draw a devil beaver along with an lil' angel.
"Engineer" didn't have any preparatory roughs or doodles, just one of those that I watched come out the other end of the pen.
And this last one evokes the byegone era of Gentleman's Clubs that once proliferated the Interior nightclub scene have now (aside from a classic tourist trap down in Los Anchorage) all but disappeared.
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