Fresh meat
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Your in prison..a place you've never been before.your fresh meat in prison...yea take that in. Fresh.meat. Meaning every single bitch in your block either wants to fight,fuck,or kill you...but Billie on the other hand wants you in all three ways.
Until it all takes a twist.
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