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"I know what I want to wear, and I'm very picky," she says. "I never go on-set and just have clothes there I've never seen. I would freak out."
When it comes to the bigger picture, however, Debbie is less hands-on. iTunes notes Queen D's release date as Oct. 22, but until recently her next planned project was a mixtape called California's Sweetheart, which her manager bluntly asks her not to discuss on the record.
In general, her place in pop culture remains unclear, and she contends that she's "broke as fuck," sometime between hitting up her manager for french fries, noting that she shares an apartment with a roommate, and saying she opts for the cheaper Calvin Klein weed strain from Kush Collective on La Brea. "What I wear, I wear every day and buy with my own money."
Getting signed to a larger label is definitely the goal. "They pay for your song placement, bitches get surgery, you know what I'm saying?"
In the meantime, she just wants to release enough material to build her social media following (including more than 100,000 Twitter followers) into a successful independent debut.
Although her interest in fashion is on the back burner, she's working on a number of one-off design projects and plans to one day release her own line — "nothing too bougey." She wants to move out of L.A., which she calls "poisoning" and "delusional," to the East Coast. In five years, Debbie plans to be "on a private jet, hot-boxing on my way to Italy, like, 'What's up, biiiiitches?' "
She has a lot of work left to do. But first, she has to survive those tattoos tonight. "That's it, though," she says, looking at the empty space on her left arm. "No more after that. That shit hurts."