Wild ones.

She always ran with the wild ones. The outcome of a night could mean anything with these people. But, she loved them. They knew her more than anybody. Minds through a third eye, mixed with drugs. Used to think the uppers and downers were making love to each other. Being the only female made things interesting. Call her the ghetto Nancy Sinatra, baby. Dope and class. Ladies never need to light their own cigarette, didn't you know? Oh the boys, I watch them and put my music on.

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