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Corrupt Avenue
Stopping at the corner of Corrupt Avenue and Cocaine Boulvard on the arc of the hill.
The red car let out a young woman with skin a dark brown hue. Who look like life had hit her with everything including the bathroom commode. "Thank you for the inks and the ride" said the dark brown woman as she got out of the red car. "Red and green looks good on your skin. Can we keep doing sex for tattoos?" Said the driver of the car. Taking a peek from under the shades she was wearing the dark brown woman said "Sure baby." "I'll be seeing you Abby" said the man driving the red car. "Yes you will" said Abby. Turning her back to the man driving the red car Abby walked up the long stairs that led to a four storey brick building. As she walked up the stairs she got all type of stares from the people leaving the building. Making her way through the big glass doors Abby noticed an odor. The smell was the smell of Marijuanna. She followed the odor to the office of Willie Dun. As Abby entered Willie's office she saw him sitting on his desk with a blunt in his left hand and a liquor bottle in his right hand. "Willie Dun I should have known" said Abby as she walked in his office. "Abby, baby what took you so long?" asked Willie Dun as he put the blunt to his mouth. Taking the liquor bottle out of Willie's hand and putting it to her lips Abby took two sips. As Abby took off her white shirt she puts the bottle back to her lips taking one last sip. "I was getting tattoos. What do you think?" asked Abby. "Nice art work. The reason I called you here is because I want you to help me with my campaign. I'm running for governor. You have a lot of pull in the streets. Are you still a resident of Whore Alley?" said Willie Dun. "Yes but I'll only sign my name on your campaign trail if you help me move out of Whore Alley" said Abby. "Ok Abby where would you like to move to?" asked Willie as he took the liquor bottle out of Abby's hand. "East Ectasy Street" answered Abby. "I can make that happen. With you on my team I'll have the average Joe's votes for sure" said Willie Dun.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
The red car let out a young woman with skin a dark brown hue. Who look like life had hit her with everything including the bathroom commode. "Thank you for the inks and the ride" said the dark brown woman as she got out of the red car. "Red and green looks good on your skin. Can we keep doing sex for tattoos?" Said the driver of the car. Taking a peek from under the shades she was wearing the dark brown woman said "Sure baby." "I'll be seeing you Abby" said the man driving the red car. "Yes you will" said Abby. Turning her back to the man driving the red car Abby walked up the long stairs that led to a four storey brick building. As she walked up the stairs she got all type of stares from the people leaving the building. Making her way through the big glass doors Abby noticed an odor. The smell was the smell of Marijuanna. She followed the odor to the office of Willie Dun. As Abby entered Willie's office she saw him sitting on his desk with a blunt in his left hand and a liquor bottle in his right hand. "Willie Dun I should have known" said Abby as she walked in his office. "Abby, baby what took you so long?" asked Willie Dun as he put the blunt to his mouth. Taking the liquor bottle out of Willie's hand and putting it to her lips Abby took two sips. As Abby took off her white shirt she puts the bottle back to her lips taking one last sip. "I was getting tattoos. What do you think?" asked Abby. "Nice art work. The reason I called you here is because I want you to help me with my campaign. I'm running for governor. You have a lot of pull in the streets. Are you still a resident of Whore Alley?" said Willie Dun. "Yes but I'll only sign my name on your campaign trail if you help me move out of Whore Alley" said Abby. "Ok Abby where would you like to move to?" asked Willie as he took the liquor bottle out of Abby's hand. "East Ectasy Street" answered Abby. "I can make that happen. With you on my team I'll have the average Joe's votes for sure" said Willie Dun.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
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