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Oh, and—heh-heh-heh—once I tried flirtin’ with this surfer dude, thinkin’ I’d channel my inner vixen, y’know, like a whore with sass? Total flop! He just stared, like, “Lady, what?” I’m no pro, hon—I’ll stick to wisecracks and nannyin’! But them real ones? They’ve got magic, I swear. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says—fits ‘em perfect!

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Luke called me a “sinner in the city” when he told the story about Simon the Pharisee and me. So through the ages people have assumed I was a prostitute.

Inner-city spots, like The Oval, got my attention too. Bruv, that park is bare lush. When I been racin' my tired self from one booked client to the next, I stop there. Counter that adrenaline, innit? It's lit, proper tranquil, and mad chill. I’ve seen locals laughin’, cryin’, heavy things; it’s like a big, real life movie set, but corrupted by a bit of gritty truth.

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