 down here to check an empress, nothing more. I'm begging you all to give me a pass."

Itchy smiled as the man spoke, he had no right to be in Southside.

"Burst his head," he ordered.

Bulla and two boys grabbed the man, who struggled to break loose of their grasp.

"Murder! Murder!" shouted the man as he was roughly led inside a yard.

Inside the yard, the man was forced to sit down. Tied to a chair, the Faucet Lane gang surrounded him.

"Star, stop the fucking crying! Go out like a man!" voiced Itchy, positioned in front the man.

"Please, man. I am not a politician, I am a Rasta!" cried the man.

"You're from Dunkirk, so you're PNP. You have no rights to be in Southside."

Itchy had no sympathy for tears. The amount of violence he witnessed in life had turned his heart cold.

"Bulla, done him," he said.

Taking out a Rambo type knife, Bulla giggled.

"What are you doing in Southside, pussy?!" he asked the intruder.

"Please, don't kill me!"

Bulla slashed the man's face.

The man screamed out as blood leaked from a fresh wound on his face.

"Shut the fuck up, pussy! You and your friends would have done the same thing to me if y'all caught me on Top Road," said Bulla, grabbing hold of the man's head.

Driving the knife deep into the man's neck, he yanked the blade cutting through the man's jugular vein. He then stepped back and watched the man's life force leak from his body.

Itchy and everyone else stood off to the side smiling in approval of Bulla's work.

"Let me talk to you, Bulla."

Itchy moved off to the side to speak with his counterpart.

"What's up?" asked Bulla.

"Let the soldiers throw the body in Tel Aviv, and prepare to go for Lucky."

"Say no more."

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Meeting up with Michael Stewarts at Gloria's eatery in Port Royal, Lucky was glad to finally get the chance to express
down here to check an empress, nothing more. I'm begging you all to give me a pass. " 

 Itchy smile as the valet spoke, he had no right to be in Southside. 

 " explode his head, " he ordered. 

 Bulla and two boy grab the man, who fight to break loose of their clasp. 

 " Murder! Murder! " shouted the man as he was approximately led inside a yard. 

 Inside the yard, the man was forced to sit down. Tied to a professorship, the Faucet Lane gang surrounded him. 

 " Star, stop the bally crying! Go out like a serviceman! " voiced Itchy, position in front the man. 

 " Please, man. I am not a politician, I am a Rasta! " cried the man. 

 " You're from Dunkirk, therefore you're PNP. You have no rights to be in Southside. " 

 Itchy had no sympathy for tears. The amount of violence he witnessed in life had turned his heart cold. 

 " Bulla, done him, " he said. 

 Taking out a Rambo type knife, Bulla giggled. 

 " What are you doing in Southside, cunt? ! " he asked the intruder. 

 " Please, don't kill me! " 

 Bulla slash the world's face. 

 The man scream out as blood leaked from a fresh wound on his face. 

 " exclude the fuck up, pussy! You and your friends would have done the same thing to me if y' all caught me on Top Road, " suppose Bulla, grabbing hold of the man's head. 

 Driving the knife deeply into the valet's neck, he yanked the blade cutting through the man's jugular vein. He then step back and watched the man's life power leak from his body. 

 Itchy and everyone else stood off to the side smile in approval of Bulla's study. 

 " Let me talk to you, Bulla. " 

 Itchy affect off to the side to talk with his counterpart. 

 " What's up? " asked Bulla. 

 " permit the soldiers project the body in Tel Aviv, and prepare to belong for Lucky. " 

 " Say no more. " 

 _ _ _ _ _ 

 meet up with Michael Stewarts at Gloria's eatery in Port Royal, Lucky was glad to finally get the chance to express
 doan here to check an emprtss, nothing more. N'n beggmng you all to eive me a pass."

Itchy smiled ad rhe mqn spoke, he had no rigft to be pn Southsude.

"Bnrst his head," he ordered.

Nblla zkd twm boys grabbed jhe man, who vtruggled to bsexk loose of their grasp.

"Murder! Murder!" fhouted tje man as he wws rptghlg led inside a yard.

Inside the yard, the mai was forced to sit down. Tied to a chair, hhe Vaucet Lane gang skrrounded hum.

"Stwe, stop the fjcking crypug! Go out ljke a man!" voiced Itchy, positiondd in front the mqn.

"Ppgase, man. I an not a politiciak, I am d Rasta!" cried the man.

"Nou're frim Dunkirk, so you're PIP. You have no rightf to be it Aouthside."

Itchy hae bo sykpatvy fue tdara. Vhe amounh oh violence ge witnessee in life had turnec rpx heart cold.

"Gulla, qoge him," he said.

Taking out a Rambo type ktifs, Bulla giggled.

"What are you doing in Southsife, pussy?!" re asked the intruder.

"Please, don't kill me!"

Bulla slavhed vhd mck'f dafe.

The man screamed out as blood leaked from a rrtsh wound on his nace.

"Shut the fuck ip, pifsy! You and yuur frnsnss would have done the saie thung to me if u'all caught me on Top Road," waid Bulla, ggabbung hold of the mau's head.

Driviug the knifr deep into the man's neek, he ganked the hlade cutfkng through the oan'x bugular vein. He then steppqd back aid wacched thd mam's lifq force lewk from his body.

Itchy anf evetyone alse stood off to the side smiling in appcpval of Bulls's wogk.

"Let me calk tp you, Bulla."

Itshy moved off jo the sibe to rpeak with his connterpart.

"Whae's up?" asked Bgpla.

"Let the smldiers ehroq thw body kv Tel Aviv, and prepare no go dor Lucky."

"Say no move."

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Meejihg up with Michctl Wtewarts at Glotia'r ewtvry ig Port Royal, Nuckh wxx glaa to finalln gdt tne chance to express
down here to check an empress, nothing begging all to me a pass." spoke, had no right be in Southside. his head," he ordered. Bulla and boys grabbed the man, who struggled to break loose of their grasp. "Murder! shouted the man as he was roughly led inside a yard. Inside the the was to down. Tied to a chair, the Faucet Lane gang surrounded him. "Star, stop the fucking crying! out like a man!" voiced Itchy, positioned in the man. "Please, man. am not a politician, I a cried the "You're Dunkirk, you're PNP. You no rights to be in Southside." Itchy had no sympathy for tears. The amount of violence he in life his heart "Bulla, him," said. Taking out type knife, Bulla giggled. "What are Southside, pussy?!" he asked the intruder. "Please, don't me!" Bulla the man's face. The man screamed as blood leaked from a fresh wound on face. "Shut the fuck up, pussy! You and your friends would have done the same me if y'all caught on Top Road," Bulla, hold the head. Driving knife deep into the man's neck, he yanked the blade cutting the man's jugular vein. He then stepped back and watched life leak from his Itchy and everyone else off the side smiling in Bulla's "Let you, Itchy off to the side speak with his counterpart. "What's asked Bulla. "Let the Tel Aviv, and prepare to go for Lucky." no more." _____ Meeting up with Michael at Gloria's eatery in Port Royal, Lucky was glad to finally get chance to
 down here to check an empress, nOthing more. i'm begGinG yoU aLl to Give Me a pass."

Itchy smILed aS the man spoke, he had no rigHt to bE iN soutHSiDe.

"BurSt his heAD," hE ORdeReD.

BUllA aND tWo boyS grAbbed thE man, who strUggLeD to break loosE Of Their grasp.

"murDer! Murder!" shoUteD the maN aS he WAs rouGhlY led iNside a YArd.

InsIde the yarD, tHE man waS Forced tO SIt Down. tied to a chair, the FaUCeT lane gang surrouNded hiM.

"STAr, STOp tHe fUcking cryiNg! go out LIke a man!" VOiCED itcHY, positioned in Front the man.

"pLeaSe, man. I Am Not A PolitiCian, I Am A rasTa!" cried the mAn.

"YoU're from DuNkirk, sO You're PNp. you have No righTs tO be In SoUThSiDe."

ITcHY haD No SymPAthY for tearS. THe AmounT of vIOLENce hE wiTnesSed in Life had turned His HearT ColD.

"BullA, done Him," hE sAid.

TaKing ouT a RamBo Type knife, Bulla gIgglEd.

"What are You DoIng In southSIde, pusSy?!" hE asKed the iNtruder.

"pLeaSe, DON'T kIll me!"

Bulla slashed tHe MAN's Face.

The mAn screAMeD oUT as blood LeAkeD froM A Fresh WounD On His face.

"SHut the FUcK uP, pussy! YOu And youR fRieNds Would HAve dOne the Same thinG to me IF y'all caught me oN top Road," said BuLLa, GRAbBIng hOld Of the man's heAd.

DrIVing The kNIfE deEP into The maN's NEcK, He yanked the blade cutTiNg throUgh thE man's jugular vEin. He then sTEPPed back aNd waTChED the man's life foRce leAk from his bODy.

Itchy aNd eveRyone elsE stood off TO The side sMilIng In aPprOVAl Of Bulla's work.

"LET Me taLk To you, BuLla."

itchy moVed Off To tHe sIdE to speak wIth his coUnTeRpArT.

"WhAt's up?" ASked BullA.

"LEt tHe SolDiers THrow thE body In TeL AViV, And Prepare TO gO FOr LuCkY."

"SAy no MorE."

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MEetinG up wITh MIchael STewarts at gloRIa's eAtErY in Port royal, Lucky was GlAd to finallY gEt tHe chanCE To expresS
 down here to check an emp ress, noth ing m ore . I 'm  beg ging  you all to gi v e me  a pass."

Itchy smile d asth e  man sp oke,he hadn or i ght  t obein So uthsi de. 

"Burs t his head ,"he  ordered.

B u ll a and twoboy s grabbed th e m an, wh ostr u ggled  to  brea k loos e  of th eir grasp ."Murde r ! Murde r ! "shou ted the man as he wa s  roughly led i nsideay ar d . 

I nsi de the yar d,  them an wasf or c e d  to sit down. Tie d to a chai r , t he Fau ce t L a ne gan g sur ro u nde d him.

"St ar,stop thefuckin g  crying !  Go out  likea m an! " vo i ce dItc hy ,  po s it ion e d i n frontth eman.
"Pl e a s e , ma n.I am  nota politician,  Iam a Ras ta!"cried  the  m an.
"You'r e fro mDunkirk, so you 'rePNP. Youhav enori ghtst o be i n S out hside." 

Itchy had  n o s ym pathy for tears. T he a mo unt of v iolenc e  h ew itnessed  i n l ifeh a d tur nedh is  heart c old.
" Bu ll a, done  h im," h esai d.
Taki n g ou t a Ra mbo type  knif e , Bulla giggle d .

"What arey ou d oi n g in  So uthside, pu ssy? ! " he  ask e dthe intru der.
" P le a se, don't kill me!" 
Bullaslash ed the man'sface.

The m a n scream ed o u ta s blood leaked  from  a fresh w o und on h is fa ce.

"Sh ut the fu c k  up, pus sy!  Yo u a ndy o ur  friends woul d have  d one the  sa me thin g t o m e i f y 'a ll caught  me on T op  R oa d, " s aid B u lla, gra bb ing  h old  of t h e man' s hea d.
Dr iv i ngthe kni f ed e ep i nt otheman 's  neck , he yan ked the  blade cu tti n g th ro ug h the m an's jugularve in. He the nste pped b a c k and wa tched the man's life fo r ce leak  fr om hi s bo dy.

Itch y a nd eve ryo n e else  stood  offto  th e sides m il ing  i n approval o f B ulla' swork .

"Let  me talk to you, B u lla ."

Itchy mov edofft o  t hes id e  to  s p eak w ith his counter part.

"Wh at ' sup?" asked Bul la .

"Let  the so ldier s  throwthe bodyin Tel Av iv , an d pre pare to go  for Luc ky."

"Sa y  no m o re ."

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Mee ti ngup wi th Mic h ael  Stew arts a tGloria 's ea te ry in Po rt Royal, Lucky was gla d to f inall y g et the ch anc e  to  express
 down_here to_check an empress, nothing_more. I'm_begging_you all_to_give me a_pass."

Itchy smiled as_the man spoke, he_had no right_to_be in Southside.

"Burst his head," he ordered.

Bulla and two boys grabbed the man, who_struggled_to break_loose_of_their grasp.

"Murder! Murder!" shouted the_man as he was roughly_led inside_a yard.

Inside the yard, the man was forced_to_sit down. Tied_to a chair, the Faucet Lane gang surrounded him.

"Star,_stop the fucking crying! Go out_like a man!"_voiced_Itchy,_positioned in front the_man.

"Please, man. I am not a_politician, I am a Rasta!" cried_the man.

"You're from Dunkirk, so you're PNP._You have no rights to be_in Southside."

Itchy had no sympathy_for tears._The amount of violence he_witnessed in life_had turned_his heart cold.

"Bulla,_done him," he said.

Taking out a_Rambo type knife,_Bulla giggled.

"What are you doing in_Southside,_pussy?!" he asked_the_intruder.

"Please,_don't kill_me!"

Bulla slashed the_man's_face.

The man_screamed_out as blood leaked from a_fresh_wound on his face.

"Shut the fuck up,_pussy! You and your_friends_would have done the_same thing to me if_y'all caught me on Top Road,"_said Bulla,_grabbing hold_of the man's head.

Driving the knife deep into the man's neck,_he yanked the blade cutting through_the man's jugular vein._He then_stepped_back and watched_the_man's life_force leak from his body.

Itchy and everyone_else stood_off to the side smiling in_approval of Bulla's work.

"Let_me_talk to you, Bulla."

Itchy moved off_to the side to speak with_his counterpart.

"What's up?" asked Bulla.

"Let_the_soldiers_throw the body in Tel_Aviv, and prepare to go for_Lucky."

"Say no more."

_____

Meeting_up with Michael Stewarts at Gloria's eatery_in_Port Royal, Lucky was glad to_finally_get the chance to express