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I'm biased too. Against all the Freddie Grays out there. And for them. Definitely. Spend some time, you know. I hoped for redemption for everyone.
The pawn shop never felt better than when the cops were visiting. Never felt worse than when a thug was selling a broken charm bracelet. Where, on one hand, you had to do the math of how much is this worth in 14k gold? And on the other hand, you had to do the math of how does this guy come to have a charm bracelet, and is it broken because it was literally ripped off some girl's arm?
I always made sure the thugs were paid shit, and they were too dumb to even know anyway; that's what I did for that community.
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