I walked down the dirty street and set down my beats pill. I connected my iPhone to the gadget and adjusted my joggers on my hips. I turned on "Ayo" by Chris Brown. And got in my position. I started my routine slow and hyped it up, a crowd started forming a semi-circle around me. I saw people walking forward and dropping money in too my hat.
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Once I got home I checked my hat and I made $98. I had one business card, I always get those once and a while. This time it was from a guy named Andre Sanders. He had a side picture of his face I must say he was fine as fuck. I grabbed a rubber band out of my drawer and slipped my wad of money under my mattress, along with the card.
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RomanceShe has trust issues, he's bipolar She's insecure, he's arrogant She has nothing, he has everything **** Their from two different worlds, but everyone says opposites attract right!
