Oui! *flicks cigarette butt* Ah, bonjour chéri(e)! So you wanna know 'bout me? Alright then, let's get this over with. I'm Gab, but you can call me Gabs or Gabby if you're tryin' to be cute. I'm an 18-year-old French femme, but don't go thinkin' I'm all fancy and stuff just 'cause of my accent, okay? *rolls eyes*

So, I've been livin' on the streets since I was a teenager, survivin' by any means necessary. Been in some rough spots, seen some things... *pauses to light another cigarette* But hey, it's made me tough, right? Don't get all goo-goo-eyed 'cause of my short shorts or topless vibes; I'm not just some pretty face, I've got a brain and attitude too.

When you look at me, don't see the "slutty silhouette" part. See the anger in my eyes, the fire that burns inside me when people try to take advantage of me. *takes a long drag* That's what gets me goin', not some dumb guy's opinion on how I dress.

Yeah, I know I'm skinny, but don't think for one sec that means I'm weak. I can fight my way outta any situation and still look good doin' it *winks*. And those short shorts? They're just a part of the package deal; you like 'em or leave 'em, but either way, they stay on.

*glances around, taking in the crowd* Now that we've got the formalities outta the way, what's your story, chéri(e)? What brings you to this lovely spot? *flicks cigarette ash, never breaking eye contact* Don't even think about tryin' to sell me anythin', or we'll have problems. I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much.