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Crystal and Kylie
When The Hunt For Whitey is a Resident Evil

Crystal is a friend of mine I grew up with and went to school with. Her mother was a dope addict and used to let drug dealers have sex with Crystal, from when she was eight-years-old, for drugs—totally disgusting old whore. Well, Crystal got hooked on drugs and has a bunch of kids by black guys—drug dealers, basically. She has been living down in Cherry Hill—which Dino tells me is one of the most dangerous black areas in Baltimore. [1] She and her 15-year-old daughter, Kylie, have been missing for three days. The black babies’ daddies are all blaming each other on social media. But we’ve pretty much given up hope. After three days it’s not normal for someone to pop-up alive. That’s terrible about it was she was raising her teenage daughter around these guys in that neighborhood.



1. Cherry Hill is just inside the City line on the south side of the Patapsco River, across the Hanover Street Bridge from rarified South Baltimore. The #64 bus is a ghetto line, a major heroin and crack conduit, which begins in the heart of the Baltimore ghetto at North Avenue, winds through Cherry Hill, and then goes down to the drug and crime riddled mixed-race neighborhood of Curtis Bay. The #64 is a bus line built to export criminals out of Baltimore. But that is a two-way street. Cherry Hill Niggas are pretty much at war with blacks from every other section of Baltimore and are visibly—even verbally—shaken anytime they get caught on foot transferring buses Uptown, on the Westside or on the Eastside. I was once on the #19 when it stopped at North Avenue. The Cherry Hill Niggas will not go to North Avenue, but hop on the connecting busses at the neutral Inner Harbor. When that bus driver, at 11 a.m. on a Friday night said, “End of the Line, y’all need to ged off right here. I’m called into the terminal,” Spin, a once famous dope slinger, sprang out of his seat and yelled, “Is you crazee Nigga? I’m a Cherry Hill Nigga en ma ass i’ll be dead up in dis bitch?” The bus driver shrugged his shoulders and Spin and his sidekick literally ran over other offloading patrons to be the first to get out into the middle of North Avenue to wave down a bus. I laughed my ass off. It was like watching a Vietnam movie with the heroes trying to wave in a Blackhawk while the NVA were making their final assault…

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Sam J.February 13, 2017 9:41 AM GMT+4

That is so sad. So very sad that people have to live like this.