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TOO SEXY FOR THIS WORLD!!
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september 1992, los angeles, california 11:35 P.M
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THIS WAS all new to her. She didn't know what to expect out of this or even what exactly this was. Which she hated because Indie always loved to have a plan. She was a Doomsday prepper, always planning in case something catastrophic happened. But how the hell did she go about planning this? What was even the worse that could happen in this situation? By some miracle, she'd managed to capture the attention of a rapper. But what did she exactly do now?
"Man, that's fucked up." He laughed,
"It ain't fucked up to get money or to know who has it." She replied as she took another sip of her champagne,
"That's not what you did. You ran tricks on these crackers."
She placed her glass down and shook her head, "I did not because that would mean I slept with them. I never slept with them."
"But you would fake it like you were going to."
She rolled her eyes, "Oh whatever! Call it what you want at the end of the day I still got paid."
"Shit, I respect that. Everyone's got their own hustle."
She smiled at him and moved closer, "That's very nice of you, Mr. Shakur."
"So you really can just look at a nigga and tell how much money they have?" He asked as he smiled back at her,
"I guess you can put it like that." She didn't consider it a special talent or anything. It was just a skill that she'd picked up when she used to work in this type of area,
