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Clips from the radio noir program The Blue Mojave; commercial ad for Oleo Cuoré; clips from an audiobook Anne Bonny: Pirate Queen of the Caribbean; a dedication for the children’s book Le Petit Prince (French-English)

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General) French (General) Italian (General)

Transcript

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I had sand in my shoes. It was beach sand and it covered the patio of the Ambassador Hotel. I hadn't been there in a few months since my last meeting with scotty deke when the patio still looked like itself and not some tropical beach. I searched the tables while waiters moved through the summer crowd. Olea quarry manager. Benny person, tears e informa Giles. You're here less than a week and already you've been bested by the only woman in our custody, he said and a half then added in a more subdued tone. Didn't anyone warn you about Mrs Rackham, also known as anne bonny, hasn't anyone told you about her perverse enjoyment of exposing her. He waved to her chest and continued herself to distract her opponents. It's late Harlan and said sharply, Why are you up? Don't you have some important matter that demands your presence somewhere else? It would seem that my presence is demanded right here. He smacked. Come with me, if you please. Someone of great importance has arrived to see you. And considering the hour, I suggest we not keep him waiting knowing she was beaten for the night and handed the defeated Giles her sword and turned for the door. Harland exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose. Would you please show some modesty and cover yourself up? She fixed her dress as they filed out of the room. You're collecting your tips, Rog! We miss you, archer. You want some help finding that door? It is you who is in need of help. He reached inside his jacket and I swung on him before he could pull the slug on me A right hook buckled his knees, but he recovered quickly and hit me with the left. I wasn't expected. I hit him with a series of gun punches. You don't think I can take much more of this? I hit him hard and hurt the air go out of him, don't you know? Yeah, you're the welterweight champion. It would appear that we have a problem here. Mrs Rackham. Or do you prefer to go by your made a name, Bonnie, Bonnie hasn't made a name. It was the name given me by my first husband. James, Bonnie. I do not use nor desire to go by my father's name, she said harshly, then added in a more gentle manner, Bonnie as well. I'm in a predicament about what to do. The his tone took on a snootiness that made her skin crawl. His eyes studied a slender form from head to toe. His gaze lingered on her stomach before returning and remaining on her breasts. If you are lucky to see more of me. She started, but he cut her off. Oh, my dear, I have a wife and four others before her. I have two mistresses on the island and barely enough stamina to keep them all entertained. He pointed to a chair and continued to talk as she moved to sit. I have no need for you in that sense, and slid back in the chair in a very unladylike manner, and smiled. I dedicate this book to Leon wells. I must ask the indulgence of the Children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown up. I have serious reason. Is the best friend I have in the old world. I have another reason. He's grown up, understand everything, even books about Children. I have third reason He live in France where he is angry and cold in his cheering up. If all of this reason or not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown up grew all grown ups were once Children, as a few of them remember it. I correct my dedication to leon wealth when he was a little boy. On sunday afternoons. The pacific ocean shimmers like mercury, but at night it's a black, massive, improbable size, rowing a boat in the stars. Wasn't my idea of a swell evening, but I needed a lift in. The water taxis had stopped running hours before I borrowed the first whaler I found with the keys still in the ignition and rode past the yachts and fishing boats tied off in private docks. The harbor was quiet and reeked of salt and seaweed when I cleared the docks I fired the engine and it sputtered to life. I was on my way to the pacific Royal Casino close to three in the morning, and what can I say? I was feeling lucky