Ms. T. Dynamite was born in a coal fire to the family of blacksmiths and grease monkeys. She was molded in iron , tweaked by MOPAR and then covered in trees branches by her my mother to keep her soft. Growing up, she pounded hot iron, held lamps over engines in sub-zero temperatures and trained to work on her fire power. Tools and gunpowder are her talent. Don't be surprised by her soft demeanor and tiny size on Dec. 3. The most powerful Dynamite often comes in the smallest packages!
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