A thug can love ♡

A thug can love ♡

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Last published Fri, Jul 26, 2013

Im Rickea but my friends call me " Kea ". I grew up with nothing but came out with everything. My father was the King of the streets until he died from a deal gone wrong my mom committed suicide and with that I was left with my nanny and brother. I never thought love was real in the streets until I met Joshua. He was a gang banging thug like everyone else in the streets of spring . But I guess you gotta keep reading to figure the rest out (:

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