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Boulevard of Broken Dreams “The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.” ― Albert Einstein Things have began to look a little meek, but we haven't been detoured on our goals and plans. Orders haven't gone as planned and the general census has gotten a lot of the city riled up. All she could do is remind them all that the trash will soon be cleaned off the streets, and normalcy will return eventually. The time of playing a child's game needs to end, it hasn't been the first time the persistence of others has tested our strength and won't be the last. As long as people can fall in line and follow direction we will survive and thrive in the end. Day's have seemed to clump together, discussions all blended into one, meeting after meeting stealing time you cannot get back. It has come time to think smarter, think like a business man to get the outcome you want not your emotions, it will drive them crazy to not get the reaction they were hoping for.

Following along with P on the Gram

Things were lining up right for the JACKBOYZ in the hood. Events in the hood were going well, parties were popping up all over the place. It has been quiet in Grove lately since they all got sick. We are hoping to see them around more soon but we also had the other homies in blue; 6ix 7even. With all the parties going on Precious has met a lot of new faces on the streets. She’s met new faces in different gangs as well as get to know newer ones better. One of those faces being Kush from 6ix 7even. They’ve got to hang out alone and get to know each other better lately and even though there isn’t anything serious, he has begun to grow on her a bit. She swore she wouldn’t allow another one to fuck her life up like the last one, but there was something about Kush that she saw she imagined not many have. Precious has been keeping busy planning events as well as working with the boys to find more talent for the Vanilla Unicorn. With some of the women they met becoming a few new friends, it was easier to expand business plans by word of mouth. The endeavors the JACKBOYZ had planned would require a certain finessing and keeping DeMarcus away from all the white women was the first order of business. With Precious hanging around Kush and being at Dutch London more often she was able to befriend Hayden. They started hanging out more often and on one occasion Precious thought she could pick lock a car quick enough while the cops were busy around the block. Unfortunately the alarm went off and the owner came screeching like an angry parrot as did the police. With Hayden’s help she was able to get away and meet up with them later on. As the day progressed the girls were enlisted to help two 67 members go check chop shops which did not go as planned. They were pulled over and all four ended up at DOC, having laughs and talking shit to guards. As the days went on she saw less and less of her brothers, but gained a new face; Andre Saint a.k.a. Young Dre., G.W. and Precious were out in the streets talking to people and making moves to help them get into a position to give back to the hood and help keep hood shit, hood shit. The JACKBOYZ attended more parties and clubs in the days that followed than they knew what to do with. DeMarcus was only seen out on his late night walks home after he left the recent white girl of the night and then usually talking shit to Precious and getting knocked the fuck out.

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Love hanging out with you guys and seeing how this is growing for you! ♥

pre·cious /ˈpreSHəs/ adjective 1. (of an object, substance, or resource) of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly. "precious works of art" noun 1. used as a term of address for a beloved person. "don't be frightened, my precious" Precious was sent to prison for assault, arson and attempted murder on her ex Balla boyfriend. She sat 10 years after she caught him in bed with other women and he decided to hit her in retaliation for her accusations. In turn she waited for him to fall asleep, attack his manhood extensively and then start his home on fire as he lay there bleeding. She wasn’t raised to be a fool, not with a momma and brothers like hers. It was a sink of swim in the hood and she developed a taste for blood at an early age. She stopped talking at a very young age due to trauma she experienced before she reached kindergarten. Momma was a strong black woman and asked for nothing other than praying to Jesus to protect her children and help them grow to be good people. Momma forced her kids to learn sign language so that they would always be able to help their little sister if and when she needed it. Precious learned to talk shit, run the streets, defend herself and got her cosmetology degree while in the hood. Her and her brothers helped out the neighborhood and showed face everyday to help the hood stay the community they grew up in. All of the siblings did their time behind bars for one thing or another, but always knew where home was and to not bring trouble to the block and most of all, above all else, never wear your damn shoes in mommas house. Previous minded her own business, gathered information and worked hard while she was in prison. She grew up knowing the worth of a dollar and was no stranger to hard work and keeping her head down. She did her day to day, day in and day out and was up for parole early. She made sure there was nothing and no one standing in her way to getting back to her family. The first step of her freedom was a breath of fresh air, well as clean as the nasty Los Santos air could be. All of the guards on duty were happy to see her leave as they expressed repetitively during the week she was set to be released. Although mute, Precious made it known how she felt about things, and they were usually in a violent form when ignorant people insisted on messing with her on the inside. The gates to the parking lot began to open as she neared them and she could instantly make out all three of her brothers as they began to yell and whistle from across the lot. A huge smile formed across her face as she got closer and they embraced her in hugs and instant shit talk. It was as if nothing had changed other than Quintavious’ disastrous fro he still didn’t know how to take care of. She pointed at him and began to sign as she threatened him “You gon let me fix that nappy ass head of yours if you like it or not!” He just stared at her quizzivacably as he scratched his head; he did not keep up on the sign language, this was going to be an issue. DeMarcus laughed and shoved Q to the side as he gave her a hug and Darius smirked, lit a blunt and passed it to her as he leaned on the car. “Let’s get the hell out of here before they decide we committin’ a crime standing here.” They all piled into Darius’ Chino to head to the blocc. “Turn that shit up” DeMarcus scolded from the back seat. Precious learned forward, cranked it all the way up and hit her blunt hard as she leaned back in the seat just vibin’ as they cruised down the highway. “Violence can only be concealed by a lie, and the lie can only be maintained by violence.” -Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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+1 also think adding more undershirts for females would be amazing too!

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Rollin in where they don't belong

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