"Lemme see, I'll list them off for ya. Exasperated, pissed off, done with your shit, no fucks to give. Why you in my face?"
"Hell if I know and fuck if I care. The only person you gotta care for is yourself, that's it. Who cares how other people feel about you? They're just walking wallets."
"Money. It's what makes the world go 'round, honey. Without it, ya don't got jack shit."
"To get to a place where I ain't living wallet to wallet. Maybe get some proper schooling at some point. Go clean. HA. Like that's ever gonna happen."
"Who the fuck knows? People like me, we ain't got goals except to see tomorrow. So I guess I got that accomplished for now."
"I was originally from Chicago, from what I've been told. I don't remember it. Mom brought me to New Orleans when I was 'bout three. Got tossed into the foster system by seven due to mom and the drugs. Anyway, Chicago, New Orleans, I don't give a damn."
"At probably when I was five and a half. That's when the apartment nearly burned cuz mom left the stove on and passed out from the high and I got paper towels too near the flame. Got lucky that the neighbor came to investigate the smoke alarm when it didn't stop screeching. Mom wouldn't wake up. Kinda thought she was dead. I knew then that she wasn't gonna look out for me. I had to be more careful. I fucking walked on eggshells after that until I was yanked out of there by CPS."
"You're fuckin' funny. I ain't got family, not real family. Dad left before I was born, mom chose drugs over me. Every fucking foster home since was never home. Once I got close... But I got burned. That's when I ran and I become my own damn family."
"Independence. Gotta take care of yourself first and foremost."
"Whatever I can scrounge up, really. Sometimes I get lucky and some hotshot loses a jacket or throws out a dress. Otherwise I get what I can from dumpsters or hand offs."
"I use a deck of cards and some actual magic to steal people's wallets. What kind of means do you think I have?"
"Having tastes is usually a death wish on the streets. Still, kinda like bright colors, things with flair. Shit like that. I also like the spicy, sometimes like the sweet."
"My opinion is that you're blockin' my sunlight. Shuffle the fuck along."
"I never really feel comfortable. The closest to a comfort zone I have is when I'm using my cards. They're a part of my being now. Integral to my survival in a way. I have to have a pack on me at all times. That ain't even including my special deck."
"His name was Joel. He screwed me over and gave me life all at once. He was the one who taught me magic - not the actual stuff that pumps through my veins, but illusions. Card tricks, slight of hand. Little did I know that would be what I used to survive. He was also the one who broke my heart. He promised... He promised that his family would adopt me and I believed him. I thought they were different, but they were just like all the rest. Threw me out like yesterday's goddamn trash. I hit the streets soon after. No fucking way I was going through that again."
"... I'm extremely ticklish. You tell anyone and I'm gonna gut you like a fish."