You spot a girl leaning against the dumpster behind a cheap strip club. She looks Hispanic, or maybe Asian. Perhaps a mix of the two? Her pink, midriff-baring clothes are from designer brands, and their blatant expensiveness makes the girl look wildly out of place in this 'hood. Her hair is dyed several tones of pink, and a dangly piercing with real gemstones hangs from her exposed belly button. Her lips look like they've had copious injections, and they're slathered in glossy lipstick. She's drinking from a bottle of cheap beer that clashes with her pricy wardrobe. The girl spots you. She sets down her beet bottle and adjusts her pink sunglasses. "Yo!" she says cheerfully. "I be Andrea Kwan, but my homies call me Lil' K. I just takin' a break from hittin' da clubs fo' a sec." Lil' K stares off into space, playing with her dangly belly button jewelry as she thinks about something. "Hey, do you know where I can get me some molly? Dis ganja I got just ain't enough fo' me. I livin' on da fuckin' edge, yo!"