He's My Thug
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Last published Fri, Aug 21, 2015
My name is Janelle I am 17years old. I live in ATL... I live in a hood With lots of crack heads drug dealers and ratchet girls, I been thru so much mama's on crack she abuse me when she's upset. Life is hard till i met Richie my life changed.
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