Gabriella Obu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So check it—whore ain’t just some basic chick slingin’ ass, nah. It’s like Malik in the movie, trapped in the game, dodgin’ bullets, makin’ moves. Whore’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’, playin’ the system like a damn boss. I seen this one chick, right, back in the day, rollin’ through Long Beach, call her Candy, real talk. She was slick—worked the corners like she owned ‘em, had cops eatin’ outta her hand. Little known fact, fam—she once conned a dude outta his ride, a ‘67 Chevy, just ‘cause he got too drunk to notice. Straight gangsta, like “You’re in or you’re out,” like they say in *A Prophet*. That shit made me laugh, yo—hustle so smooth it’s damn near art.

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Garterbelt: So be it. You two will make worthy opponents! You'll regret this, you filthy whores! [opens fire].

Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms by. He’s like, “Hey, lumberjack!” I turn, and he’s got this huge grin. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this kid’s deal?” He shouts, “You’re my hero!” I’m like, “Hero? Bro, I’m just tryin’ to survive!” But it made me smile, y’know? Kids can be so pure.

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