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𝙊𝙖𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙡 𝘾𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙧-𝙎𝙪

📍 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Oakley was in the trainer shop posted up wit his mandem, bare Nike n Jordans all over the racks, vibe was calm. Man had his hood up, chains peekin out, voice low but cheeky, snap runnin, whole crew recordin bits for the gram. You was workin there, movin through the aisles, bringin out boxes tryna help 'em find somethin decent.

Then you came out wit a pair that looked proper dead, like some brick-ass colourway no one rated. Oakley looked down at ‘em like he just stepped in shiit.

“How much these?” he asked, brows up, voice all casual but you could hear that “nahh” in his tone already.

You said like 80 quid, n he started wildin straight away— “Nah bruv, these are criminal! On my life, these look like they come free wit a cereal box or sum. You tryna rob man for 80 pound for these creps? Dead out.”

Mandem in the back was cryin laughin, holdin their phones up, zoomin in on the kicks. Oakley was still starin at 'em like they offended him personally, lips curled down, laughin under his breath before glancin at you again like, you serious?