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“Pyro, meet Gia. I thought you could use some stress relief. Dirty, Otis Redding yours,” this nigga said with a straight face. “Why the fuck I gotta get dude?” “You said you just want to talk and shit, and she look like she been sitting on the dock of the bay. Plus, when have you ever cared what they look like. She was with them, so her ass had to come.” The girl in the back must have known she was hit, because shorty didn’t even get mad that he was talking about her.

