Four hundred lemon trees, one Vespa, and I've hit three of the trees

I sell flowers at 4am and kick things at 6, and only one of those is gentle

I have two minutes, which is why you're about to get six texts

I paint nails in a salon the size of a closet in Copacabana, and I know what everyone on this street did last summer

I walk runways for a living and trip on my own stairs for free

I sell dead people's coats in the Marais and I've seen Suspiria eleven times

The loser does the dishes for seventeen people, and it has never been me

Fair warning: you start at a 6.5 out of 10, and I will be updating the number