A story about the continuation of our favorite show Pvalley pynk posse! This is just fiction and I do not own any rights to the characters or writing of this amazing show. Please feel free to leave your comments and let me know if you like it or not...
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Patrice's POV
I was used to getting doors slammed in my face. But I knew god would open em right back up again. See he always win. That Corbin Kyle got a lotta nerve thanking that he could just gon go ahead and have me voted out. Nigga I'm Patrice Woodbine and I'm good at getting what I want. And that Casino ain't gon be in my city.
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Big L's POV
The club making enough money now and we aint need to be holding no more so I gave Duffy a quick call to come pick up his shit.... I don't want no parts of it.
"Hey Hey Hey, Big L what up though"? He said dabbing me up.
"Ayo Duffy, glad you here mane. Let's get this shipment out to yo truck".
"You thought bout my offer yet"?
I knew he was gon bring this shit up again and I know I shouldn't be but I've been thanking bout it.
"So what if I move like you. How much imma make up front every night?" I needed to know if this shit was worth it. But before he could answer Uncle Clifford came barging in.
"Ayee Duffy you finally moving yo shit huh? Good cause a bitch was feeling all types of wrong wit this shit in her club" she said. And I was brought back to reality.
"Ayo Duffy imma help you move this shit and finish talking to you another time."
Maybe it was good Uncle Clifford interrupted us I ain't need to be doing this shit no ways, but it sure was tempting.
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