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Pretty Hurts

Pretty Hurts

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Brooklyn is an 16 year old who was raised on the streets. She was raised in the neighbourhood where nobody didn't care how each other felt, they just came to get theirs. During the summer she got involved with some gang called 'Young Threats. They were some serious people. Brooklyn loved them like they were blood. They had Brooklyn back through thick and thin. The Kingpin in 'Young Threats had feelings for Brooklyn. Brooklyn wasn't the type to have no love for people. She had no sympathy for them. She despised them. If it aint 'Young Threats then she dont care. One day Brooklyn was told to do this order. She had to make a trip out New york to kill this man for Fucking them over. What happens when she gets there and meets the Father son Elijah. Elijah was in a gang called The Breed. The Breed and 'Young Threats have some fair deals. What happens? Read to find out.
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