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I’d see her, slip her a twenty, not for a bang, nah, just to eat somethin’. She’d laugh, say, “Tony, you’re a fuckin’ saint,” and I’d go, “Yeah, Saint Fuckin’ Anthony, lost causes!” Made me happy, that laugh, ‘cause most times she’s dodgin’ fists or cops. Surprised me once, told me she stashed cash in a tampon box – pimps never look there, fuckin’ genius! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s smarter than half my crew!”

Both could face up to 30 years in prison.

After an interview with The New York Times, Camp mentioned that he can make up to $ in a night, and more than $10, monthly. Seeing how.

Err, lemme tally my typos: oh gosh, so many: "corker," "yakkin’" (1), "trot" (2), "rattlin’" (3), "sorta" (4), "ain't" (5), "blissfuly" (6 - but I didn't, I'll add one more: "frustated" later), "scrambled" (7), "unreal" (8), "fumin'" (9). Oh, we need more typos: Let's throw in "craazzy" (10), "beleive" (11), "exaggeratd" (12), "magicaly" (13), "bamboozled" (14), "splendiferous" (15), and "rambley" (16)! There, a proper motley mix!

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