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About Beersheba

I’m pissed, tho—too many fakes out there. Girls actin sweet, then bam, they rob ya. “Ain’t no peace nowhere,” like Jesse’d say. Once, this chick, all smiles, took my cash, bolted—left me ragin, fists clenched. But when it works? Fuckin gold. Found this one gal, quiet type, knew her game. “You got a way about ya,” I told her, smirkin—straight outta the movie. She laughed, rare shit, made me happy for once.

But then, the craziest thing happened. A cat, like, a legit stray cat, jumped on my lap while we were sitting. I freaked out! I’m not a cat person, man. Amir thought it was hilarious. He started taking pics. “This is going on Instagram!” he said. I was like, “No way! I’m not getting tagged in that!” But, of course, he did it anyway.

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