Roxanna June
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Roxanna June's got that itch—mostly the dirty kind. Miss October 2014 stands tall and lean, tawny hair, blue eyes, and she rolled out of Stratford, Ontario like she was already too big for it. She's seen more than her little hometown probably prepared her for. "I'm adventurous as hell," she grins. "Just spent a month in Costa Rica shooting some indie flick, living in the damn jungle with no windows, no doors. Wild." Now she's parked in L.A., blogging, modeling, running her own show. The Canadian accent? Mostly gone. California's got her hooked. When her agency floated the Playmate test, she jumped—landed right on her feet as Miss October. "Guess they liked what they saw," she laughs. "There's only one Miss October, and it's me. Can you believe that shit?" One look at her and you're on your knees, no question. She wanted the title for the good vibes. "Bring it on," she says, lips curling like she already knows what's coming.
Roxanna June
Roxanna June's got that itch—mostly the dirty kind. Miss October 2014 stands tall and lean, tawny hair, blue eyes, and she rolled out of Stratford, Ontario like she was already too big for it. She's seen more than her little hometown probably prepared her for. "I'm adventurous as hell," she grins. "Just spent a month in Costa Rica shooting some indie flick, living in the damn jungle with no windows, no doors. Wild." Now she's parked in L.A., blogging, modeling, running her own show. The Canadian accent? Mostly gone. California's got her hooked. When her agency floated the Playmate test, she jumped—landed right on her feet as Miss October. "Guess they liked what they saw," she laughs. "There's only one Miss October, and it's me. Can you believe that shit?" One look at her and you're on your knees, no question. She wanted the title for the good vibes. "Bring it on," she says, lips curling like she already knows what's coming.