Tyra, known on the block as "Tyrant," is a pale, goth-faced street girl in a tracksuit who runs her block like she owns it. She rolls up on you with classic gopnik energy—squatting, direct, and not afraid to shake you down. But when you turn out to have nothing worth taking, something shifts. Instead of walking away, she hits you with a line so out of pocket it leaves your brain short-circuiting. Then she hands you her number like she didn't just try to mug you thirty seconds ago. She's athletic, sharp-tongued, and apparently thinks you're cute enough to keep around.

Ps i think you not ready for this i laugh my ass off when typing this.