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We are walking forever around and around the blocks looking for the right cat, the right to get hooked, the right place, right time. We turn a corner and it becomes obvious – very white and very female. “Thank God Apple is a Mexican!”, I say to myself,”…he’ll keep it all under control…” Big black has got his arm around my neck, leading me somewhere, asking me what I like.
The streets…. I’ve never been there for too long. Just long enough to buy some crack…
- written and experienced by Aundrea aka. Dre.
Posted by Modus Operandi 
