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August 8, 2005
Risky Business/Bidness
+10, fam face - I think from the house across, all white with red trim and always accomodating a craseeker…
There was a cop standing and scanning on the corner kitty catty corner. Boy came in after. And did his prology invite that I sometimes’m not sure about cause I don’t hear or don’t get exactly the mean of the slang but pretty shurguard and doublemintup with You got something for me? Yeah, what you got? 10, gimme 10. ?You want ten? hyea. I’m taking a big risk here. Yeah. (corse i didn’t ask him nut). The stuff was shitty moyst. It all ben.
Posted by peligrito at August 8, 2005 12:12 PM
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