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In the midst of what began as a simple social gathering, the Pars, unaware of

the subtle influence of the evening's mysterious concoctions, found themselves

caught in an unexpected whirlwind of chaotic behavior.

As they departed, the memory of the night's events seemed to slip from their

grasp, leaving them bewildered and puzzled by the strange turn of events.

In this state of disarray, what transpired remains a blur.

A series of fleeting moments lost in the fog of forgotten memories.

Grow that.

Work it.

Take that.

Bounce that.

Do it, baby. Stick it, baby. Move it, baby. Lick it, baby. Suck up on that.

Click into that pussy. Got it. Hickey, baby. Watch big. You're the part of

Rover. Change, little boy. I put some change on it.

Nigga mad. I'ma put the gang on him.

They'll die about me. They'll bang on him. And that ass talk out. They'll

on him.

Pussy so good. He got my name on it.

Itty bitty pretty on the realest in the city. Only fucking with the plug. Got a

nigga like a bitty swan, though. Only fucking about dancing. He hit me so,

He ain't kidding me. We never doing quick.

Look, this sound like Cardi to the stage. This sound like Cardi with the

You mean the three, baby, money and the thangs. This pussy wild, this is stored

in a cage. In my lifestyle, it's iced out. I be dripped up and wiped down. I

them clothes looking cold like you slipped.

Sick bitch, I give to a dick.

Don't blow the basket, basket, basket.

Don't take your basket, basket, basket.

Don't throw his cart and pack, pack, pack that. The sack, the sack, the sack,

the sack, the sack.

What? What?

What? What? What?

What? What? What?

Yeah, I see you throw that, but if you gon' throw that, if you don't let me

that, you know where to throw it. Lil' flexin' ass nigga, what is that shit?

Must I make a fuse for a rap bitch? Two room for a soft nigga, need a boss

nigga, boss nigga, who don't give a fuck what it cost, nigga. I can buy my own,

but I'd rather send y 'all niggas tell them pussy ass hoes I don't want y 'all

niggas got a penthouse up in the mandarin.

So when you get this, pussy better handle it. I'm a top notch dick, need

top notch dick, move like a G5.

Hey, look.

This sound like Cardi to the stage.

This sound like Cardi with the braids. You mean the pre, baby, money, and the

thangs. You took the vibe, it's stored in a cage. In my lifestyle, it's ice,

you drip, and you wipe down.

I see them clothes looking cold like you're blistering.

We'll be right back. Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,

quack.

Yeah, I see you show that, but if you gon' throw that, if you don't let me

that, you know where to go at. Lil' sex and ass nigga, what a sad shit.

Must I make a feud for a rap bitch? Two room for a soft nigga, need a boss, no

boss nigga, who don't give a fuck what it cost nigga. I can buy my own, but I

rather spend y 'all's niggas tellin' pussy ass hoes I don't want y 'all

got a penthouse up in the manager room. So when you get this, pussy better

handle it. I'm a top notch dick, need some top notch dick, move like a G5 with

your... Thank you.

Hmm,

I just noticed that Frozone has not taken a sip from my drink.

He took only Vine from his own collection.

That dirty motherfucker is doing the whole thing by himself.

Damn!

Real hot girl shit.

I like to switch up my hair every day. I ain't no hoe, but I do

be on going. I promise my niggas gonna love me the same. I'm a hot girl, don't

try that at home. I wear the shit that be showing my thong. I like to drink and

I love to have sex. Pop up the niggas that's cutting the text. Dance on a dick

night, you been served. I like a dick with a little bit of curve. Hit this

with an uppercut. Call that nigga Captain Hook.

I go shopping, mm, want it, then I cop it, ay, yo, bitches bopping, mm, I do

what they copy, ay, look, he's a kitty, mm, kiss it when he eat it, ay, yo, know

it's good when he's chewing, ay, I love niggas with conversation that find a

click with no navigation, mandatory that I put the head, but no guarantees on a

penetration, I be tasting with a five -pick, we both freaky just trying shit,

main nigga getting super jealous, he don't even know about the other fellas,

Need a Mr. Clean, make that pussy beam. Okay, I just might need a baker, make

that pussy cream.

Okay, you woke up mad at me, before you even brushed your teeth. Mm -mm, that

shit's super sad, fucking carpe diem.

I'm so indescribable, you can't cuff me, but I'm wifey. I just want a nigga who

gon' start me like a Icy.

Bitches bite me hard, I had to put them on a diet.

Bitches send out tryouts, all the hoe you been outside me. I got a man, I got

bitch, I'm a banana. They got a flesh, one on your top, one on your tip. One

the club, one for the crib, my nigga.

I do what they copy. Hey, look, he's a sweetie. Kiss it when he eat it. I know

it's good when you're chewing and singing.

I got some of Hank fucking with no drama.

He was tripping, so I hung out with his partner.

Fucking good, introduced me to his mama.

Thought he had me till I came out with the condom.

Drinking juice, they got the motherfucking bottle.

I'm a rapper, not no motherfucking model.

Got a nigga, but I think I'll have another.

I'm too sexy to be fucking undercover.

I know you love me, I ain't gotta introduce it.

Same crew, I ain't hanging with no newbie.

I'ma buy it when I land, I rock new shit I ain't fuckin' with that nigga, I got

new dicks He gon' call me lil' bitch, you know I'm whoopin' He gon'

ask me about it if you know I did that Not a stylist, but I'll put your fuckin'

whoopin' Real hot girl shit

As the evening unfolded in an unpredictable blur, Mythas Parr, unaware

events taking place around her, unknowingly became the subject of a

villain's manipulation.

The consequences of this night, captured in secret, now hang over her like a

shadow, with the recollection of her actions lost to the haze of confusion,

leaving her vulnerable to forces beyond her control.