You’re in East London, sweetheart
Jamie Clerkenwell
I can't believe that little minx shot me.
I sat facing my second in command, also the doctor of the house, as he took the bullet out of my shoulder. He chuckled.
"It's not funny Luke."
“It is” He chuckled. "i can't adam 'n eve a sixteen-year-old twist n twirl shot ya, let Jack Jones knew 'a ter use a Peas in a Pot cross ban" (I can't believe a sixteen-year-old girl shot you, let alone knew how to use a gun.)
"there's only wahn Heap Of Coke 'oo would've taught 'er.” ("There's only one person who would've taught her.)
"you fin' colbone taught 'er 'a ter leather boot?" (You think Colbone taught her how to shoot?)
"if it wasn't 'im, it 'ad ter be wahn of 'is men." (If it wasn't him, it had to be one of his men.)
"they 'ad ter be
