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 Tw: violence, mention of blood, drugs and mentions of alcohol

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Tw: violence, mention of blood, drugs and mentions of alcohol



July 19th, 2016 📍 Jackson Mississippi



Danahs Pov (14):
Under the name: Julia







I was currently working at the club, scanning the crowd that's filled with people dancing, making out, crying, and drinking.

Under ricks orders I need at least to sell 10 drugs tonight for a little higher price.

God bless America for idiots who believe pretty girls.

And I have to spike someone's drink if they come to my side of the bar, apparently a guy who stole from Rick and owes him 100k worth of drugs.

Which is insane!

Laine walks over to me, her bitchy under the rug act pisses me off soooo much dude.

And the way she brings up her zesty ass boyfriend makes me laughs sometimes from her obvious denial.

But I do admire her for using sex Appeal to manipulate men, frankly I do the same.

"So how much did you sell already Julie?" She says chewing on her gun annoyingly

I almost wished the music was louder so I can ignore her ass

"7." I say uninterested as I make a "sex on the beach" for this guy

"Holyshit you're having a better night than me, I sold two but I gave my number to 6 business man, safe to say I'm gonna be a sugar baby alright" she says smiling

I slightly smile at what she said, sure she may get on my nerves but girl knows how to twist the lemonade out of lemons, she does make good use out of her looks.

She looks at me as she sips on her drink "you know Julie Julia whatever your name is I'm really getting used to you"

Alright so that's my que to get the fuck out of here



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September 5th, 2016 📍little rock Arkansas
(Under the name Riley)










I see summer and Samantha laughing from across the club, of course I lost rock paper scissors so here I am trying to pickpocket this dumb rich blonde guy.

I lost count of what he was talking about ages ago, I look back at him meeting his eyes giving him a warm smile.

"So it's getting late and I ought to go home but will you be a peach and give me your number?" I say touching his forearm

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