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Location: Pennsylvania, Philadelphia Northside Neighborhood.
The streets allured twenty-year-old Sabian Chino at a very young age. He found himself looking up to his mother and aunt, who started this high everyone in north Philadelphia was chasing. They were the main reason the surname Chino held weight over the city.
Which only made his admiration for them grow.
He grew up watching them cook and sell dope like it was a life skill. Sabian loved everything about the drug game. The money, drugs, and respect. Shit, almost everything that came with it.
Sabian Auntie Jewel was starting to grow wary of the drug game and had been thinking about taking a step back from after the death of his little cousin.
He loved his auntie to death, but she had gone soft. He blamed it on her old age. The opening was there, and Sabian was ready to take over the business at any given time.
This was his life—the life he wanted.
"Why you walkin a way, bro? Come back," Sabian taunted out to the guy.
A guy by the name of Malik took off, walking away from the ongoing dice that Sabian and a few other guys were partaking in. They were right in front of the north-side bodega, being rowdy.
Malik had grown upset that Sabian took a thousand dollars from him.
Ace shook his head at his friend's actions while laughing. "Ok, Seven, when he doubles back and light this bitch up like a school shooter, Ion wanna hear shit."
A few young men chuckled at Ace's humor.
Twenty-one-year old Casey Dosela, who went by 'Ace', was one of Sabian's close friends besides his other homie Santana. They grew up together for a short time since both of their moms had been best friends.
