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Last published Mon, Mar 24, 2025
Rosy Phillips was many things but a rule follower was certainly not one of them. Her parents were shitty. Her mother was in prison for selling drugs and her dad was in gangs and fighting constantly. Rosy grew up fighting and was damn good at it. She didn't care about school and following in her dad's footsteps, she joined a gang by the age of 13. She smoked and drank. Her teachers deemed her a "lost cause". She mouthed off and didn't listen, a teachers worst nightmare. Soon after she turned 17 everything went upside down, doing a dumbass dare given by her "friends" she found herself pleading in front of a judge, narrowly avoiding jail and being put somewhere that could've been worse then hell...
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