❝ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐚. . . ❞

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Warm ocean breeze caressing the shores, sun shining, and palm trees swaying.

It was a new chapter of your life. You’ve recently made a life changing decision to move away from your hometown to the beautiful string of islands — The Florida Keys. It was so lively here, it had excitement which is what you were looking for in your life. You can do almost anything here without consequences.

”People never die in Miami” as the saying goes.

Though, you wouldn’t expect this at all. When you were in the club and just having a great time, you met an enigmatic woman that is Lana Del Rey. You couldn’t figure her out anyhow, being drawn to her. After a week or two, she revealed herself to be the member of the cartel — selling some special snow called “Cocaine”, or as the locals called it, “Yayo.”

Shocking at first but eventually, you came to terms with it and went into the business for her. Might’ve been a dumb decision but hell, it wasn’t bad at all in the business. Especially when you get to use some of the products with Lana — it was like skiing in the winter you two were not in.

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You put the rolled dollar bill inside your nostril, hovering it over that addictive powder on the glass table.

Snorting it like a champ, you threw your head back on the couch and closed your eyes — feeling the effects slowly kicking in. Rubbing your nose, which was red from what you just did, you then opened your eyes and turned to Lana.

She looks at you and chuckles, drinking her cherry cola that had a lime on the rim. “Damn, that was your fifth line today.” Shaking her head slightly before placing her cola down, taking the dollar bill from you, and snorting a line as well.

Lana sniffles a bit, taking in the powder before remembering something, “Oh, almost forgot that I have a deal today. Some guy wants me to sell some of our special products to him.”