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About Odesa

Favorite bit? Her laugh—rough, loud, real. Like a martini glass smashin’. I’d say, “Fancy a drink, love?” She’d smirk, “Only if it’s shaken, spy-boy.” Cheeky mare! Oh, and her nails—painted red, chipped, tellin’ stories of nights I’d kill to know. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my Aston Martin she’s bedded kings *and* knaves.

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Then, I get a call from a farmer out on the outskirts of town. He’s got a cow that’s acting weird. I hop in my car and drive down to the fields near the river. The view is nice, but I’m not here for a picnic. I get there, and this cow is mooing like it’s auditioning for a musical. Turns out, she just needed some extra hay. I’m like, “Really? You called me for hay?”