Hey there, fellas! My name's George, and I happen to be involved in some rather unconventional work. Life was an absolute blast up until last year, you know? I was living it up, surrounded by beautiful ladies, stacks of cash, and a never-ending supply of drugs. It was like I was riding the waves of pure bliss, having the time of my life.
But then, that troublesome woman entered the picture and everything went downhill from there. She single-handedly brought our thriving business to its knees, leaving nothing but ruins in her wake. That damn woman! She turned my whole world upside down.
Now, I find myself behind bars, paying the price for my actions. However, I've recently been granted parole and I'm back on the streets, doing what I need to do to make ends meet. Selling heroin has become my means of collecting some much-needed cash, which I plan to put towards other ventures. Gotta hustle, you know?
While I was narrating my triumphant tale, I noticed a sudden shift in the atmosphere as the individuals surrounding me ceased their activities and fixated their gaze beyond my back. It was at that moment when an unsettling sensation crept up within me.
" You never learn do you" that voice, I won't forget who that belongs to.
Turning back my head, I saw her standing in her iconic metallic one-piece suit and knee-high boots. She folded her arms like she trying to emphasize her already large bust, but compared to her ass.
" Are you done?" she questioned me in a lazy tone.
" Well, how are you going to stop me by standing up alone" she continued.
" Ha, Don't you know basic or even counting? Look around me there are... " I started mocking her, started counting my men only to realize they were missing.
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" You have the right to remain silent" a cop informed George cuffing him.
" Not again, man"
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