realtalk my life is on a level that I can't put into words...my closest friends might kill me and I trust only mySelf out there in the streets. like, it's just as Scuter said it was. the world and the people in it I mean...no one (not even you guys) would honestly be able to believe how bizarre my life is on a daily basis. some of my friends are hopeless addicts, some ruthless gangsters (they bang I ain't embellishing I could legit end up facing severe consequences if I fuck up or get unlucky or run my mouth to the wrong people etc) it's just fucking NUTS folks. I know a dude who lives in a bike locker at a light rail station I fuck decently cute girls for dope there's so much to say but so little....desire to say it for some reason. the reason probably has to do with my overall lack of respect for all but a handful here and the handful either don't give a fuck (my time is not to be wasted) or have too much pride to admit that they do and yeah.
realtalk my life is on a level that I can't put into words...my closest friends might kill me and I trust only mySelf out there in the streets. like, it's just as Scuter said it was. the world and the people in it I mean...no one (not even you guys) would honestly be able to believe how bizarre my life is on a daily basis. some of my friends are hopeless addicts, some ruthless gangsters (they bang I ain't embellishing I could legit end up facing severe consequences if I fuck up or get unlucky or run my mouth to the wrong people etc) it's just fucking NUTS folks. I know a dude who lives in a bike locker at a light rail station I fuck decently cute girls for dope there's so much to say but so little....desire to say it for some reason. the reason probably has to do with my overall lack of respect for all but a handful here and the handful either don't give a fuck (my time is not to be wasted) or have too much pride to admit that they do and yeah.
tough to say exactly because i've fucked a few girls with other dudes at the same time but I guess if you counted only the times I was the one who brought the dope probably 6-7 times
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Where does the fucking take place? Only in your mind?
couple spots mostly seedy motels because the spots I/we kick it a lot are flop houses and it's tough to get alone or any semblance of privacy
look it's like this, everyone pays their way in some shape or form either you bring the dope or are the driver (this is me usually since I have a valid license and vehicle and no warrants) and pick people up. most (nearly all) of the addicts I kick it with steal for a living so they normally pay for the dope that way whenever girls kick it they are almost always broke and since they don't steal it's basically like this- "you think i take care of you for free?" clothes come off or at least my pants come off (or the pants of one of my friends) and that's it. I mean it's pretty straight forward and not all girls are bag chasers but the majority get that way because they are lazy as fuck (fuck me are women LAZY) and don't want to have to steal or get a job (nearly all would rather steal than work rofl) so they know what time it is. I will say one thing though, they don't fuck on their own, you have to be straight up but not a dick about it and they'll oblige. if you say nothing they'll take you for a ride and do nothing and get free dope but I don't kick it with morons so i have yet to have this happen to me or around me. plus if a guy comes around giving free dope away to pretty girls I make a couple phone calls and after he gets dealt rock salt by a few dealers the problem is solved.
hope you found that satisfying
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i rubbed one out at some gay dude's house for a 10 sack not that long ago.
seriously the shady drug world actually exists and it's like a fucking movie straight up. i had to put in time and go through hell many times over to be privileged enough to see as much and know as much as I do and let me tell you people just how fucking different shit out there really is. there are whole worlds living just beyond your fingertips is the best way to describe it and nothing pretty out there that's for sure. so much pain, so little relief, so little time, so much pain...
Also rofl at your dealer gripes. That's what you get for never leaving home...a feedback loop of fail. Hypothetically speaking, I know plenty of professional dealers who make ridic money and are running the game. And who aren't acting like dimebag peddling 9th graders with guns or jerking their customers off literally. Instead of the gross nonsense you're griping about, the guys I hypothetically know hang out and take care of business at nice restaurants or at the horse track or the casino. That's how grownups roll.
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