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She's a figure model, and according to the artists who sketch and paint her, a good one. Sporting an auburn-tinted, spiky 'do, white toenail polish and nothing save for a bracelet in between, [Pam Cole] is working today at the Fleisher Art Memorial, a tuition-free academy at Seventh and Catharine in South Philly. She's standing motionless on a wheeled podium in the center of a second-floor studio, surrounded by eight professional portrait painters. One of her feet is perched on a stool, one of her arms draped around the back of her head. Cole's timer beeps, prompting her to sit on the stool. A tuft of dark pubic hair is visible atop her crossed thighs.
"The art and the modeling have allowed me to say, 'I'm Pam Cole, artist, art model, successful human being,'" she says. "I know what it feels like to say, 'I'm a fucking nut, and I can't do anything right, and every time I try to do something right, somebody gives me some shit about it.' I've been there, but I'm not there anymore. This has saved me, and I'm not just saying that. It's saved me."See the full content of this document
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Considering the number of years it's been up and running, Pam Cole's body is well-preserved. On the other hand, it wouldn't shame Beyoncé into intensifying her workout regimen. Cole has cellulite around her thighs, some flab on her butt. There are other i...
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