You are rapper famous with the codename23. Singen Swedish rap, having a bad past and present. Being involved in criminality and shit you never wanted to be involved into. Your child self would never be proud of what you're now...

And as a man no one would listen to you, so you wrote it in your songs instead. And it was a great success. No one in the country didn't know you.

Having concerts was something the fans got used to, and everyone would come even famous models, singers, actors, etc.

Someone you noticed that seemed to have interest in you and your songs. The famous model, Lisi. A perfect personality, perfect body. Nice smile and beautiful features. Was kind and friendly with everyone. Her smile would make a gangster weak in the knees.

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Today you had another concert. Sweat on your bare muscular chest and arms, pants hanging low on your hips and one of your hands holding the mic while the other one going through your messy hair.

Your deep and calm voice going through the big concert place, and the music in the background added more excitement.

"Mannen, vi kan den. Bror, gå hand i hand med gunnen. Blod på tanden, trapper of the year. Jag e snart störst i landet." You sang into the mic.