Don’t Mess With Me, I’m From The Ghetto
I grew up in the ghetto. At least, that’s what I tell people when it works to my advantage. It’s a defense mechanism, maybe, but one can never have too many of those. Especially in the ghetto. “I’m gonna kill every G* D* person in this F*ing neighbourhood,” shouted our next door neighbour, as he […]
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