Chapter 1- Wus good

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Dear diary,

I just woke up. Man brushed his teeth and that and jumped on the internet. But dont tell my group that I write in my diary because that's just moist. But somehow man kinda likes doing that. My group is called 3JK. Maddest gang on the estate. We lock off raves and we shutdown shows. It's all mad to be honest. But lemme tell you something, it's really hard to be a gangster. All this pressure man it's too much. Like one day they ask you to shank a n*gga, the next your stealing a bottle of ciroc from the off licence. Every night I worry that the feds (police) would catch man and lock me up. But I suppose its calm because I do it with my g's. We ain't friends, were family there blood man. But anyways mans going to jd to cop a new trackie in an uber and man dont want the uber driver clocking me writing in this diary so imma end it here. Safe you lot✌

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