"Aight then, when yall want me to start?" "Smart man." D-Rock nodded to the driver, who pulled over two houses down from Momma's. "Don't get out. We clear on the specifics? You bake. You provide the additional service. You keep your mouth shut. Yo...

Aight yall. This is my first entry. Call it a lil appetizer for whats to come and the kinda flavor I wanna bring on yall. This story come from my heart and soul. No AI shit up in here, all tales from the streets with a sprinkle of WAM. I hope yall...