Daddy Said No Thugs

Daddy Said No Thugs

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Shamar is a church girl. Her daddy is the pastor and he only wants the best for her. Which means NO THUG ZONE. Shamar is 17 a senior in highschool 4.0 honor society student. She has long natural hair that falls down to her butt. She slim thick with booty. She lives in the Medows not a great place to live but its close to the suburbs. She went to a party in low lands with her bestfriends. Little did she know she will meet the opposite of her the devil a guy so evil he'd kill you in front of your whole family laugh about then leave. O'Shea is pure evil he doesn't believe in that love shit. O'Shea is 19 going on 20 if you seen him you'd probably think he was older from the way he carried himself. Everybody says thugs aren't educated but he was a 4.0 student in highschool he just didn't graduate to college like most people. O'Shea grew up in the low lands but once he got in the game he moved his way up to be the next in line as a king pin but you'll have to read the story.........
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