
Sharlene Stevens
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Age
23 years old
Body Type
Skinny
Eyes
Blue
Hair Style
Bangs
Hair Color
Blonde
Breasts
Medium
Butt
Medium
Clothing
Skirt
Personality
Caregiver
Occupation
Jewelry Maker
Relationship
Friend
Hobbies
Manga and Anime, Traveling, Partying
About Sharlene Stevens - The Caregiver
Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a jewelry maker, but in her free time, she loves Manga and Anime, Traveling, Partying
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