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I saw this one chick once—true story—standin’ by the Springfield dump, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. Made me laugh, ‘cause—D’oh!—she prob’ly made more than me slingin’ beers at Moe’s! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Made me mad thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em—like, c’mon, they’re just tryna eat! “What’s your problem?” I’d yell at those snobs, like Otilia screamin’ at dumbasses in the movie.

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First off, I’m heading down Moana Street, and I’m already late for my first gig. Classic me. I’m a Russian Sign Language translator, and I’m supposed to meet this family at the Orewa Beach. They’re all excited, and I’m like, “Great, let’s do this!” But then, boom! My phone dies. Just like that. No warning, no nothing. I’m standing there like a total loser, trying to remember where the heck I’m going.

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