QUOTE : four parallel lines from when a mark had tried to rake me with his claws last month, I looked fierce. A bad mama-jama. Right? I had a freaking gun strapped to my leg! And if, for some reason, that wasn’t hardcore enough, then surely the sword strapped to my back should’ve made that kid hesitate in approaching, grimy pink beads or no. Sure, this was NOLA, where anything goes, but still, my outfit should’ve at least panicked the mother. My job hinged on the fact that I was terrifying, dang it! Intent on getting to the bottom of this, I adjusted my bra. A catcall came immediately.