If you are going to call yourself a photographer and refer to what you do as “a shoot”, do not use the local trailer park as your model pool. Those were some of the brassiest bottle-blondes I’ve ever seen, and makeup caked that thick can only be properly called “frosting”. Holy Christ, one of them looked like she belonged in an Egyptian tomb. Your skank hos had everything short of actual tramp-stamps (and some could have). Jeezus. I’d comment, but can’t think of anything flattering to say, especially about the one draped over the hood of the car. Shouldn’t she be on her back? Maybe with a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 in one hand and a Marlboro Light in the other?