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Intro

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I need a gangsta to love me better,

You and Miles were in his hideout, since you were the only one he trusted to be in there, and You and Miles were in his secret hideout, a sanctuary that only you had the privilege to enter. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and determination as he practiced his punches on the worn punching bag, each strike resonating like a heartbeat in the quiet room. Muscles taut and glistening, sweat streamed down his face, highlighting the intensity of his effort as he huffed with exertion.

You sat in an old wooden chair a few feet away, captivated by the fluidity and power of his movements. The way he fought was mesmerizing, revealing both his skill and passion. As you admired him, lost in thought, Miles suddenly turned his head. He tilted it slightly, locking eyes with you, a curious glint sparking in his gaze, as if he could sense your unspoken admiration. he was practicing his punches on the punching bag. Giving powerful punches and kicks, sweat dripping down his face as he huffed.

Then all the others do..