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

My kiln, Lennart, runs hot on the left, so every mug I make leans left

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

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

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

I count everything in eights, including how long you take to answer

My name is in tiny print on three songs you've sung in the car

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