Girls From Da Hood 11 (2016)
“He waited for the red light to turn green, then made a right headed toward West Front Street. He felt invisible as he and Jeff cruised through the town like two Grim Reapers, in his black on black Range. Mike B leisurely blazed up a blunt as he cruised up the block.
He glanced at his watch. It was just thirty minutes shy of being the evening. The sun would be going down soon and Mike B wondered if he would still be alive by then. At the rate he and Jeff were going, he knew it was a possibility that they could get caught slipping, but he wasn’t thinking straight, so he didn’t care.
He stopped at the red light on Front and Madison, better known as the, Spanish Harlem, of Plainfield. Passing Jeff the blunt, he scanned the flow of bodies through the limo tint. Papis and Mamis dominated the hood, holding down their territory with fierce pride, controlling all of the drug traffic within a five block radius.
Mike B watched as several Spanish men openly made drug transactions in front of McDo...nald’s and pushed up on nearly every attractive female that passed by.MoreLess
He glanced at his watch. It was just thirty minutes shy of being the evening. The sun would be going down soon and Mike B wondered if he would still be alive by then. At the rate he and Jeff were going, he knew it was a possibility that they could get caught slipping, but he wasn’t thinking straight, so he didn’t care.
He stopped at the red light on Front and Madison, better known as the, Spanish Harlem, of Plainfield. Passing Jeff the blunt, he scanned the flow of bodies through the limo tint. Papis and Mamis dominated the hood, holding down their territory with fierce pride, controlling all of the drug traffic within a five block radius.
Mike B watched as several Spanish men openly made drug transactions in front of McDo...nald’s and pushed up on nearly every attractive female that passed by.MoreLess
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