Friday, 27 February 2026

LEXUS BRADBURY UNCOVERED (PART II)

LEXUS BRADBURY UNCOVERED (PART II)


Hey guys and welcome to our new blog. We hope you enjoyed Part I of our interview with Lexus Bradbury. At Muddy Pawz, we understand it can be difficult living a lie. Square pegs do not fit into round holes. It's a fascinating insight into the difficulties transgender people face growing up.

It's been an amazing few weeks with the company launch, and also the release of our first Hip-Hop mixtape by our resident DJ, Scratch Baby. The video's already hit it's first hundred views, and we know it will go on to do much greater numbers over the coming weeks and months. It's BANGING !!

If you like your Hip Hop, Rap, and RnB, then you are NOT going to want to miss out on this project. Lexy actually speaks on it later in our interview. So, you'll be able to read about her music further down the road.

You can listen to the Mixtape right here. ENJOY !!

So, without further ado, we bring you Part II of our sit down with the bitch who put the sexual back in transsexual, Lexus Bradbury !! 

Lexy, earlier you've eluded that you had some things going on with your parents growing up. Do you mind if we go in on that ? There could be others going through it, or have gone through something similar, we think it'd be helpful. It also might be helpful for you no ? 

Sure, why not, lets go.

You mentioned your parents were drinkers, and also that you didn't want your Mums partners surname. I'm getting vibes there was a lot going on ?

There was, there always was. I struggle to think of a period of time there wasn't some bullshit going on in the house. Even before my Mums partner came along, my Mum was beating me. Back when she was with my Father, we had this little sausage dog, I cannot for the life of me remember his name. What I do remember, is every morning he used to come in my bedroom, and shit on the bottom of my bed. My Mum would get up, see the shit, and beat me over it. I tried telling her it wasn't me, but she didn't believe me, this went of for months. Eventually she caught the dog doing it mid flow, her guilt was so heavy, she got rid of the dog. My Mum had real bad anger issues, and sometimes she'd go so far with me, that she's lucky her legacy wasn't that of a child killer. I'm talking knees, elbows, headbutts, hairpulling, punching, she was foul. I never stood a chance, I was so small, and she seemed so big at the time.

That's shocking, was your Dad the same then ? 

I don't think so no. He was more mental with his torture. My last memory of my father as a child, is him pulling a gun on me. I was chilling watching Thomas The Tank, and he just came in from work waving this gun around. I wasn't really scared at the time, I didn't know what was going on. My Mum was terrified though, begging him for my life. Eventually when he'd had his bit of fun, he fucked off to bed. My family (The Bradbury's), chased him out of town that evening. Didn't see him then for about twelve years after that. I actually didn't remember this for years, it came back during therapy.

I grew up hearing stories of how he never wanted me. He kneed my Mum in the stomach during pregnancy, and she nearly lost me. They told her she was losing me. She was bleeding heavily, and then fortunately, the bleeding stopped. I'm lucky to even be here. I do wonder if it had impact on my development with me ending up transsexual. I guess we will never know.

So you and everything you've ever done nearly never happened, wow !! Lexy, given the opportunity, is there anything you'd like to say to him now ?

A lot of things yeah. He had four kids, he now has three. I had two sisters and a little brother. I'm number three of his kids. So there was our Brina, then Louise, then me, then our Ches. Louise passed away a few year back. Some of that is on him. Both of my sisters were put into the care system, at a time where kids were going through all kinds of shit in there. Brina coped with it better than Louise I think. Louise spent probably a third of her later life in a mental hospital. She got out eventually, but didn't last long. She didn't want to speak to us which is fine, we represent that reminder. There was never any bad memories with any of my siblings, but we still remind one another of him.

With his kids, he had a second chance, and in some cases a third. We all gave him another chance, despite what can only be described as despicable crimes he's committed over the years.

For me, I was done with him the day I woke up from my facial surgery and he wasn't there. That was major fucking surgery. They took the top of my skull off, I was afraid, and afterwards, in immense pain. As I lay there in my bed, head wrapped like a mummy, bleeding from several places, he was one of the people my thoughts drifted to. I knew we were done. If I could do that without him, why would I ever need him again.

In his defence, people say, well you weren't talking, how could he know. I'm a high profile model, he doesn't check on my social from time to time no ? And lets be real, he didn't even attend his own child's funeral.

I've had to do things that have hurt me emotionally and mentally, to raise the money for my surgery. If any of my kids ever needed to raise money for surgery, I would do every one of them things myself, again, so they don't have to live with the damage.

So here's what I'd like to say. You left me with my Mum who was abusive. You left me with my Mums girlfriend who was abusive. You had three chances out of me. Birth, my late teens, and then when I transitioned. You failed me three times. My biggest fear in life, is ending up like you. Because of you, there are emotional parts of me missing. You possibly altered my development in the womb. You are a coward.

My Sister and I are in one of our fell out phases, it's nothing too heavy, but at the moment, we don't really speak. She was our rock where you failed us. She was there for me, Lou, and Ches. She text me about a year ago saying you were dying, I just left the message on read.

Is there anything to him you're thankful for ?

Absolutely, two things. The first is his musical influence on me. I was into music well before he came back into my life, it obviously runs in the blood from his side. We had a period of my life in my late teens, where he was in my life. My ex girlfriend outed me for being transsexual when I broke up with her. It was a different time and I got scared. I had nowhere to turn where I grew up, because everyone now knew I was dressing as a woman. I'd fallen out with my Mum and her girlfriend. So, in desperation, I tried turning to him.

Anyway, he was a singer and entertainer, so he'd take me out with his girlfriend to his gigs in Blackpool. He wasn't anything special, but he did understand music, and his partner was really good with sound. They spent time with me showing me how it all worked, and I was eager to learn. 

I never got any gifts from my father, so it was a surprise when he bought me a pair of CD Mixers. Absolutely terrible to mix with CDs, especially when I was learning, but it was a start. It turns out they weren't a gift. He made me work in his little shop for a month to pay them back. I never really complained and just got on with it. 

There was also his casual influence with music. Just simply sitting with him and listening with him. He introduced me to Sinatra and Joe Longthorne. It wasn't the type of stuff I'd have listened to, but now I love it.

So for this, I'm absolutely grateful.

I'm also grateful for everything he put me through. Whether directly or indirectly. I'm not certain without the practice, I'd have been strong enough to transition. 

So when he left, is that when your Mum got with a woman ? 

Well, there was a gap of a heavenly period, it was probably as good as childhood got this stage. Nan and Grandad wanted to move, and signed their house over to my Mum and her Brother my Uncle Sam. We were living together the three of us for a good few year.

Uncle Sam was an alcoholic, but he never put a foot wrong with me. I miss him so much.

Few years in, she met her girlfriend.

That must have been strange for you, going from Mum and Dad to effectively two Mums. What became of your Uncle ? 

I didn't think nothing of it, for a while I just figured it was my Mums friend. She seemed nice enough.

My Uncle was forced out about 6 months into her girlfriend being there. It sickens me. If I recall, it was 92, and in the space of months, both my Nan and Uncle Sam died. He was found in his flat alone. My Grandad had to kick the door off and found him. That shit hit me hard. Hearing about it pretty much destroyed my childhood.

That must have been difficult losing two relatives you were close with. 

So Your Mums now with a woman, it's you, your Mum and now your Mums girlfriend in the house, what was that like ? 

Early days fine, but then again, narcissists always are. I want to be clear. My Mum was already abusive to me, long before she came along. Her problem was, she was a functioning alcoholic. Well barely functioning alcoholic. Without my Mum enabling her, she wouldn't have been able to live the way she was. It wasn't clear at first, she was all smiles and seemed dead eager to be involved in my life. Once my Mum was in the bag, she began to show us who she really was. We stopped going out and doing things together. The smile had left her face and she was just unpleasant. You could cut the air with a knife when she was sober. Then, there was this pocket of a few hours of her being tipsy where she was back to her old self. Then she was just a horrible cunt.

You'd hear her all night, moaning and chipping away at my Mum. Screaming and shouting constantly in the house. Getting me out of bed in the early hours, to ask me who I wanted to live with. I was getting in shit at school for falling asleep. It was a different time back then. Today, a kids falling asleep in class, the school would be all over it. Back then, stay behind and say the lords prayer to make up for it.

The violence they committed to one another was awful. I knew it was getting worse, when I found my Mum knocked out cold at the bottom of the staircase. Her girlfriend had headbutted her and walked out. I was about eight ? And she still stayed with her. I still have nightmares about that to this day, it was awful, I thought she was dead. She was my Mums bully, my Mum was my bully, that's how the food chain worked.

How did this not get picked up Lexy ? You shouldn't have been there !! 

Early 90s were a different time. My Mum, now always had a hangover keeping up drinking with her girlfriend, so now she was ultra mean. She would give me frequent good hidings over stuff that didn't require a beating, and then I'd be sent to bed. There was a pattern of me being sent to bed on Friday after a good hiding, and then I'd be expected to stay in bed until Monday when I had school. Mum used to come in my room Sunday evening, and give me this behaviour talk how it was good for me, but she was just rationalising her bullshit. 

She would make me get out of bed, strip down and put my arms out, and slowly turn around. I didn't realise what was happening at the time, but she was checking for bruises. She's fucking vile. If I was marked up, Mum would suddenly go all nice and tell me I had the week off. She kept me off to hide the bruises, because she knew what she was doing was wrong.

Would you like to take a break Lexy ? I can see you feel a way about this.

We've been going a while now, one more question, then I'll go take a break.

Can we stay on this still for a while ? 

Yeah go ahead

I suppose the question is what happened next ? 

Well this went on for years and years. I think the worst it got was the Saturday afternoon they decided to visit the local pub. They'd started drinking about midday. It seemed normal at the time, but it's not really. I could tell by about half one they were on the way. Then they got the stupid idea to go up to the local. I'd already started to fuck them both off and build my own life by now, so usually, weekends I'd either be at work, or at a friends. This particular day, Mum asked me to babysit our dog, so I stayed home. It got to like ten at night, there was still no sign of them. They left half cut, and had been at the pub now roughly eight hours. I was becoming increasingly concerned. Midnight, still no sign of them. It would have been about one in the morning my Mum appeared in view from the flats over the road from my house. She appeared to be waving, I figured she was drunk and just waving. But as she got closer, her face was etched in horror.

I immediately rushed to the front door and outside to go see what was going on. As I came out, my Mum was screaming to me to get back inside. I wasn't having any of that, so I rushed over to her. She began explaining to me her girlfriend was so wasted, that she tried to attack the landlord at our local, and got them both banned from the pub. Then on the way home, she attacked my Mum. I was about twelve, I was so afraid.

I began rushing my Mum into the house, no time to even look back. Her girlfriend was a big girl. She'd piled on the pounds with her lazy lifestyle and alcoholism. Me nor Mum ever stood a chance. I got us both inside, and then looked out the living room window. Still no sign of the cunt.

Was only a moment though before she came bounding round the corner, with her little drunken stomp. She was so plastered, she was bouncing off the wall and falling all over the place. She'd exhibited unnatural behaviour patterns throughout the years with her drinking that often frightened me. Getting up for school and finding broken plates and carving knives laid out on the table. I grew up afraid for both of us. Now, she's attacked my Mum, and she's slowly but surely, climbing up off the floor, and making her way directly back to my home. A home once filled with my family. My Nan and Grandads old home, now it had turned to this.

She pulled her fat drunken arse up off the floor, and started getting closer to the house, that's when the real nightmare began.

This will conclude Part II of our fascinating interview with the bitch who put the sexual back in transsexual, Lexus Bradbury. At times this wasn't an easy interview for either of us, and I can totally understand why Lexy didn't want to talk for so long. We'll be back next Friday, with Part III, and the conclusion of this story and chapter. 

If any of this has triggered your own trauma, then please please reach out for help. You do not have to suffer alone. A great place to start is with Samaritans https://www.samaritans.org/

If you're being abused, or going through abuse, or know of a child going through abuse. Please pick up the phone, and contact the Police. 999 in an emergency, and 101 in non emergency situations.

If you are struggling with substance misuse and alcohol abuse, please contact your GP, and actively seek help. 




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Friday, 20 February 2026

LEXUS BRADBURY UNCOVERED (Part I)

LEXUS BRADBURY UNCOVERED (Part I)

 

Hey there people, and welcome to our latest blog, we hope everyone's well. We've been incredibly busy with the company launch recently, which was on the 14th of February. It's great to finally get things moving, and a really exciting time to be involved in the project.

We've something very special for you this week.

This week, I got to sit down with the founder of Muddy Pawz Productions for an entire day, and pick her brains on her vision for the company, and the direction she wants to take it.

When it comes to transsexualism and the adult movie scene, very few names stand out as iconic as she was at the peak of her career. Many of you will already be familiar with her, but if you're not, I'd like to introduce you to Lexus Bradbury. 

There were always plenty of models to choose from in the industry, but Lexus Bradbury brought attitude with her content, at a time the community needed it. Her impact on the community is still felt to this day. Having a fifteen year career and counting, is a testament to her ability to stay relevant, and reinvent herself.

Trans women are often targets of hate from the general public. Lexy never folded to it. I can remember scrolling down my Twitter feed, and seeing her debating and destroying anyone that stood against her identity, she was fearless. Being a model is one thing, but using your platform to stand up for a community is next level. A real trailblazer and a game changing badass !!

At the time of this article, she sports multiple award nominations for her work, spanning over fifteen years in the both the trans community, and the adult industry.

So, without further ado, here's Part I of my Interview with Lexus Bradbury by James Cox.

 

Thank you for the introduction there James, ever loyal. And that's why you're here with me on this journey. I just want to take the time to thank you personally, for believing in me at a time nobody else really did.

Thank you so much for you kind words, you know me Lexy, always got your back mate.

So I'd like to start at the beginning. So where do you come from originally ? 

Originally I'm from a dirty old town in the North West of England called Oldham. I lived there for about twenty four years in total. I grew up on a little countryside type estate called Sholver. I haven't been back for many years, but it used to be rough. It's a shame I had to leave really. I loved Oldham, it was like a mother to me, but it didn't love me back in the end.

How did you come up with the name Lexus Bradbury ? 

I've always liked the cars and branding on them. Sleek, classy, expensive, stylish. Not everyone can afford a Lexus, I wanted to align myself with similar values from the off. I also wanted to choose a name that was rare. A nurse recently pointed out to me that I have a strange name, I acknowledged her. She asked was I a strange person, I nodded and we had a giggle. 

The Bradbury part is the family surname from my Mums side. It was my Grandads name, and it kind of makes me feel like even though they aren't with me anymore, but like they're here with me on this journey. Before I transitioned, I had a step parents surname. I didn't want fuck all to do with that name, so it made sense to adopt my family's surname and go back to my roots. 

When was your first memory of Lexy, and what was it ? 

It wasn't Lexy originally, when I was young I liked Joanne, she was the prototype. My first memory of gender conflict was super young. My Mum used to take my nappy off to give me some air and allow me to breathe. I hated the fact my cock was out on show, so I'd always go and hide under the dining room table until she'd cover me up again. Took Mum a while to realise my shame, but when she did, she invited her best friend round to show her what happens when she takes my nappy off. Great, now it's not even just my Mum anymore, it's her and her mate, now it's an audience. Cheers Mam.

So as young as that, that's crazy !!

I know right, she never picked up on it and I don't blame her. Well too early to be picking up on having a Transsexual child. Plus it was the eighties, people weren't worrying about stuff like that back then, and she had her plate full with my Father.

As I got older, I saw the girls at primary school, and had this overwhelming desire to have hair like them and look like them. I liked their clothes, their names were better, I dunno, it's hard to explain beyond I wanted to be a girl. 

I've got this shit haircut that most of the time my Mum did for me, and the girls always had lovely hair with cool accessories. It was always there, niggling away in the back of my mind. I'd be in the playground and up to my neck in mud, involved in an overly physical game of football. All while looking over at the girls on the painted on hopscotch having fun, I just wanted to be over there with them. 

My Mum was with a woman, and as a result they consumed any type of LGBT entertainment available. It's now the mid nineties, so it wasn't as readily available as it is today. Today we have the internet and live in a very different world. Back then, all we had was the TV. Older readers will remember a show on channel four called Eurotrash. It used to be on late nights, so my parents would record it and watch it back on the old VHS the next day. For our younger readers, it was a strange show man. I'm not sure my parents should have really been watching it around me, but they did, and here we are. It was heavily focused on gender, sexuality, and the weird and wonderful side of it throughout Europe. Anything you may deem as exotic, is exactly what the show focused on.

This one day I'm at the back of the house, drawing pictures at the dining room table while my parents were watching Eurotrash. I can just remember this segment they did on this beautiful transsexual. Both my Mum and her Girlfriend were ogling her saying what a bitch she was for sporting such beauty, as you do. I've never felt so naked in my life, and I've posed naked. I can remember she was blonde in a yellow bikini, she was remarkable. I remember thinking to myself wow, that's me. I instantly recognised myself.

I quickly packed my shit up and wanted to get out of the room asap. I felt paranoid if I hung around and showed too much interest, they'd pick up on it, so I fucked off upstairs to my room. It was at that moment I thought wow, so this is possible.

From that moment, I couldn't concentrate or think of anything else. I now knew it was possible, and I wanted to be a model like she was. I didn't really think I would go on to do that, I felt like the ugly duckling. I was battling the start of really bad acne, and slowly turning into a man. It was the stuff body horrors are made of. 

School was now irrelevant and a complete waste of my time, because it didn't align with my vision for MY life and what I wanted to do with my future. Most of my days in class were spent looking at girls, but not the way a young lad should be ya know, I was looking at them different. 

Who gives a fuck about the periodic table ? I'm going to be a super hot transsexual model. So yeah, that's how it all began for me.

So you believed you'd transition, but didn't think you'd be as attractive as what you are ?

I didn't really believe I'd ever make it to transition or I'd be attractive. I still don't feel attractive. Despite all this, I still feel ugly. You don't undergo the levels of surgery I have if you feel attractive. That's the joys of gender dysphoria though. And it's only solidified when cunts go out of their way to try and make me feel shitty about being trans. I was born biologically male, people think I'm somehow unaware of this, and like to remind me. 

How old were you when you first tried on women's clothes ? 

I was thirteen. I was working as a kitchen porter at the time, washing dishes at the estates local restaurant. It would have been around 97 I reckon, and I was earning some good money. I was pulling three pound an hour back then, which was a lot. I was trusted to go to town on my own and quite independent for my age. I'd already been getting myself up for primary school and making my breakfast because my parents were drinkers. So as I got into my teens, I was already like a young adult.

I came up with this plan to go to town and get myself a full outfit. I'd already scoped out where I wanted to go well before I actually went. Made things a lot easier, because I didn't really have time to be stood around looking at women's clothes when I was easily recognised and associated with my parents. How do I even begin to explain it if I'm spotted by one of my Mums friends, or even worse, one of my friends. This operation had to be as quick and easy as possible. I was already getting hassle at home, and didn't need this shit on top of it. I was already battling this sense that somehow I was doing a bad thing in buying the clothes and dressing up. It's often an overlooked part of any transition story, dealing with the early guilt and the shame.

Come on then, spill, what did you get ?

Well, Oldham has an indoor market called The Tommyfield, the whole outfit came from there. It used to have a variety of stalls inside, selling all kinds of different crap. It used to have a lovely lingerie stall that sold really nice lace and silk stuff, all hung around the outside. I was too young for that, but I'd already seen an underwear set aimed at teen girls who were developing. I'd seen it weeks before I even approached the stall. That's effectively what I was, but nobody knew yet, I was a teenage girl. It was a sky blue set with a little gold heart piece, kind of like a small earring, stitched into the bra and knickers.

Approaching the stall was scary as fuck. What business does a young lad have being at a lingerie stall buying a bra and knickers set. The lady who ran the stall was an older lady. Proper Oldham hag bless her. 

I didn't fuck about, I just instantly asked for the set I'd already eyed up weeks before. She was bagging the set up for me in a brown paper bag, which then went into a regular plastic bag, and that's when it happened. My paranoia got the best of me and I blurted out the dumbest shit I could say in this already fucked up situation.

"It's not for me ya know"

"Whatever you say love" the old lady replied.

I felt so embarrassed. I grabbed the stuff and got out of there super quick.

I didn't want to be just in underwear, I wanted a full outfit, and the indoor market used to have a shop on the front that was aimed at teen girls. I loved everything on display to be honest, but a small white top had caught my eye. It sat just off the shoulder and neck, with quite puffy short sleeves. Kind of like the old barmaid serving wench tops. On the chest in the middle where the top began, a lovely thin red ribbon tied in a bow like shoelaces. I got that, and some blue jegging pants to go with it. The second shop wasn't as hard to deal with as the lingerie stall. It was run by some old Asian guy, and for some reason, I felt like he wasn't reading too much into the situation as much as the old woman.

So it was mission accomplished then ?

Well not really, I still had to get back in the house without my Mum asking me what I'd bought from town. My Mum was militant about how she ran the house, it was going to be hard enough constantly hiding the stuff from her. I knew that as soon as I got through the door she would ask, so I made sure I bought some other stuff too. I was a big WWE fan when I was a kid, so I bought myself a couple of wrestling T Shirts, and got my Mum the ABBA album she'd been asking her girlfriend for for months.

The journey home on the old 83 bus was a mixture of adrenaline and fear of what could go wrong when I got home. Had I been spotted and nobody had said anything yet ? There was a lot going on in my head. Sure as the sunrise, as soon as I got through the door, my Mum asked what I'd bought from town. I dumped the decoy bag on the floor and told her to have a look. I said there's a surprise in there for you, and made an excuse I was bursting for the loo so I could go to my room and dump what felt like the murder weapons from a crime scene I was responsible for.

The plan worked perfectly in the end, Mum was elated with her More Abba Gold CD, and I got out unscathed

What was it like trying them on for the first time ? 

Well, I had to wait a few weeks for my parents to go out for the day. One Saturday they went to town for the afternoon, so I took my opportunity. I closed my bedroom curtains and took the stuff to the bathroom to get ready. It felt on par with doing the worst thing you could ever do, like I was murdering someone. There was also the real risk that maybe my parents had forgotten something, and had to come back early to pick it up. I honestly don't know how I'd have explained myself. A part of me today, wishes I'd been caught. I have this little daydream where I get help sooner than I actually did. The sooner someone transitions, the better the results. Once you go through puberty, a lot of damage is done.  

I couldn't really relax and enjoy the experience. It was short lived to be honest. I don't really know what I expected, but once I'd changed clothes and went and looked in the mirror, I hated what I saw. Stupid boys head with a boys hair cut, looking back at me in girls clothes. I took the clothes off instantly. Maybe if my hair would've been longer, it might have been different. I threw the clothes away not long after, and buried the idea for a few more years.

This will conclude Part I of the interview guys. We hope you enjoyed. We'll be back next Friday with Part II. Lexy's eluded a few times that things were difficult at home growing up. Next week, she opens up about the difficulties of growing up in an abusive home, and discusses the impact that had on her then, and now.

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Saturday, 14 February 2026

Welcome To Muddy Pawz

WELCOME TO MUDDY PAWZ


Hey Guys and WELCOME to our first ever blog. We'd also like to take this opportunity to WELCOME you to MUDDY PAWZ PRODUCTIONS. 

Firstly, we'd like to tell you a bit about who we are. Originating from the adult film industry, and set up by an established Porn Star. We noticed things have become a bit, well vanilla. One scroll down your twitter feed, will show you different girls, doing the same thing, and that's fine. BUT !!  As content creators, and content consumers, we need a little more. 

We want to celebrate everything different about adult content. We want kinky girls. Girls who are different. We want our content to be acted better. All these years of evolution, and we haven't quite managed to get well acted adult content yet. Seriously, why is it all so badly acted ? As consumers, personally, we need a little more. So, instead of waiting for a hero to drop something special, we figured we'd be the difference we'd like to see. 

We want to give you kinky content, shocking content. Content you can't get out of your head, and this is our mission. We love everything kinky and naughty. That means LGBT content, that means BDSM content. That means ABDL content and hard content. Content featuring suffering, because suffering is sexy. 

If it's strange and weird, we love it !! At Muddy Pawz, we DO NOT kink shame. ALL are welcome to apply.

Despite what we've just said, it's important to stress, that our content will be FICTION and CONSENTING.

Everything within legality is invited.

This is not a safe space for predators of any kind. This is not a safe space for legality breaches. Consenting adults is the key words, and we will ALWAYS remain within these guidelines.

If you're an aspiring model and have something unique to offer, we WANT to hear from you. We're looking for models to join our team, so if you're interested please get in touch.

We were set up by an established Porn Star and Model, with fifteen years experience, so know EXACTLY what it takes to be successful within the adult industry. So if you're an aspiring star who's a little different, WE, are the place you can finally belong.

We're also looking for a website designer to join as part of our team, terms to be discussed. So if you're good at website design, get in touch.

Outside of adult entertainment, we like Music and Horror. Our adult content will reflect this.

When it comes to music, we like all music, But !! We LOVE Hip Hop, Rap and RnB. We'll be reviewing music AND producing mixtapes and remixes for our YouTube channel. Anything Muddy Pawz related, music and documentary, will be on our YouTube channel. Please go and subscribe !!

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