"Only realists make money, to get that honey. "
Haja's words had stuck to my head like glue, and had been with me since. See that's the trouble with no family, no home, no job, and all you wanna make is money. You seem to rely on being independent and trusting no one. Haja was the only realist I knew of. She taught me stuff that I never knew. She made it work for me. And that's why it was different. She found a job for me. She cared enough to get me one. Sure enough, it was hard at first and all the girls are throwing themselves atchu, itching for a right but I ain't about that life anymore. Once Haja found me a place to work, to sleep, to live, I was her ride-or-die and she was mine. She looked after me and watched my back and I did the same for her.
When I heard the news that she got shot, I was nearly like sukk this life bruh, and was about to go myself. But Haja had told me that "if I give in, that means the perros win."
I wasn't about to forget that sentence in a long time.
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Mayja has run out of luck. Run out of food, run out of a home, basically run out of everything. She needs to make a living but with what? All she has is a face and a body. When Haja picks her up, she can only expect the worst but is surprised. Haja dies and Mayja has run out of options. But she knows that she can always go back to where she started from.
Where Benjamins being thrown around are not talking politics.
Where the details are many but the touches are few.
The land where it rained honey.
The land of Strip.
