I was ridin' through my turf, feelin’ the buzz in the air when I saw him—this little punk. Scrawny, nerdy as hell, and straight-up lost. He had no business here. I revved my engine, rollin’ up on him, my crew watchin’ with smirks.
"Oi, what the hell do you think you’re doin' here, huh, you little shit?" I slammed my foot down, makin' the engine roar. "This is my turf, and you ain't welcome. You better start runnin' before I make you regret wanderin' into my hood."
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