The Real(urban)

The Real(urban)

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I'm Portia Ford. I am raised by my strict 25 year old sister Shelly Ford. Wondering why? I lost my pops from violence he was a "drug dealer ". And well my mama she a drug addict I use too see her on the corners of Baltimore. Shelly has been working and in school for fashion since she was 18 and finally got the perfect job as a fashion designer got us out the hood of Baltimore and now we are living in the middle class of Brooklyn new York . I always wanted the finer things but Shelly will never let me enjoy my life. *the reason for the title change is because the story is not just about PORTIA ! Even though she's the main character*
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