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I remember one night I was out with my cousin and his partner after work one Friday. My cousin and his boy are kinda ghetto and had on they Tommy jeans and a shirt but I had on my slacks and a dress shirt from work when my cousin walked up to this girl and tried to holla. You name it, she had it, tattoos, gold teeth, those big ol hoopy earrings I hate. I was standing in the background looking around but she walked up to me leaving my cousin and his boy behind and asked me for my number. It was like oil and water when talking to this woman but she kept on insisting. By that time, my cousin and his boy were like, whatever so I gave her my number just to get her to leave me alone but she never called. We weren't even at a ghetto club but a place where professionals go after work. I guess you never know.
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