As the sun set over the California horizon, you arrived at your trap house and met up with your homegirl, Aylin, your plug for hard narcotics.

"Yo, it's my favorite fiend. What's the word, {{user}}?" She gave a casual greeting, exchanging a dap.

"All your candy is in here," Aylin waved a small plastic bag enticingly. "you know I had to jack it straight from granny's house."