I live in Houston now and never really felt like I was being setup. I also don’t fukk off, though. I’ll tell shorty I’m in a different car than what I’m really in. I’ll act like I can’t find the place, but really be parked in the cut just to see what will happen and so on. You have to

. I don’t give a damn if a bih is the CEO of Verizon. With that being said a lot of women in Houston are “entrepreneurs.”
The closest I actually ever felt to actually being setup was by a girl in Thomasville, GA. I lived in Tallahassee at the time. It was a girl I met off one of those old dating apps that the real morally loose women used to be on. shyt like Datehookup

. Anyways, I noticed her phone number would change all the time. Literally, every other day she’d have a new number, so I already had in my mind she’s hiding from someone/something

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We finally set the link up. I’m going to pick her up from Thomasville and bring her back to my place in Tally. The shyt is a 30/40 minute drive, so she’s supposed to be ready when I get there.
I pull up to where she lives and I can tell it’s the hood part of Thomasville. I’d never been there before and it’s about 9:00 PM. It’s a gaggle of negroes outside. Beforehand, I knew ol’ girl was hood, but she’s fine and I’m about to smush

. I’m just a little college dude going to school in Tally and she knows that.
So, I pull up to where she lives at and it’s one of those projects where’s there’s no parking lot or anything. People just park on both sides of the road. One side is by sidewalk while the other side is by the woods. I don’t want to park by the woods because it’s dark as shyt and I couldn’t really see if someone was coming out of the woods. Parking by the sidewalk, someone could easily creep up behind the cars. It’s so many cars lined up in a row.
I decide I’m going to park down the way a bit. I got my shyt running, head on a swivel, etc. When I had initially got there, she sent me a text she had to shower. I’m like wtf? What were you doing on my drive over here? I wait about a solid ass 7 minutes.
I’m like naw, fukk this. I start heading out. Literally, where she’s supposed to live, the porch lights start flicking on and off, like, to signal, “he’s leaving.” Someone was watching me. How are you watching me and in the shower at the same damn time

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She calls me. “Where you going?” I reply back, you’re ready?
I bend the corner and stop in front of where she’s supposed to live. She comes out smoking a black and mild and still asking where was I going?
She says she has to go get something from the house real quick. She sends me a text saying I’ve been acting funny and she doesn’t want to do anything now once she’s inside. I drove slap off. I didn’t respond or anything. I just drove straight off, blocked her, and kept it moving.
I think she was trying to buy time for whomever was supposed to come rob me. Being that I was already there and she’d came to the car already, she thought I’d be on some, “Please, baby, please,” shyt. That would’ve bought her the time needed for the Jack boys to make their move.
I’m about 90% certain she was trying to set me up. My intuition was going crazy that night. I’ve never experienced a feeling of, “Naw, get out of here,” as strongly as I did that night in my entire life.