"Babs is good at cutting stuff."

“We don’t want trouble,” she said. A knife almost touching Coco’s throat was telling her something different. “We only want your money.”

“Just try, and I’ll feed your balls to ya…” the filly replied, producing a knife from her jacket.

Inb4, garden shears. Even though it was actually Lightning Dust.

...but I like to.

Manehattan Blues Babs:

Version that doesn't promote activities harmful to one's health:

...and I'll finish a chapter of Manehattan Blues today.

I'm going for a short vacation and I won't have time for writing. The updates for Manehattan Blues and Way to Go, Minuette (currently close to 6k, I guess it won't be longer than 7) should resume next week.

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Fun fact: I just realised that the short description and the rating make it seem like a clopfic... Well, it'll be funny...