#'she was a stripper' 'she was a hoe' 'sorry for your loss but strippers should stop flexin their money this sort of shit happens--

[jvzebel-x]

[ID1: Instagram caption by @iamjuicychild reads, "Please HELP ME We need u world my friend was killed this past Friday in South Central LA near Century and Main There has been no new coverage no nothing!!!! she was a young stripper always about her grind and never in the mix... she either went to work or she was home with the love of her life her cat karey... she had NO family here just close friend... i need to find her mother i know she lives either in Ohio or Florida from what i recall her telling me!! They recently saw each other after ten years of not seeing each other n now i need help to let her know and come claim her body before it's too late!! Please if u have details on who could've possibly hurt my friend inbox me or call me 7185008429... i will do everything i have to do" /ID]

[ID2: text messages that read, "they didn't even put it on the news dude. they just gonna throw her case away cause she was a h** or a stripper or whatever she had no family just close friends out here" /ID]

[ID3: comment by @lovely.e187 reads, "I live down the street where it happened&I didn't even know dammm that shit didn't even come out on our citizens app alert" /ID]

her name was Katrina-- her stage name was Russia. she was a young dancer and she was murdered on Friday, February 3rd, 2023. because she was a young stripper with no family support, her body is in danger of being incinerated by the state (interesting how quickly they're moving to destroy a murder victims body without an autopsy-- or at all, frankly, with how backed up state morgues tend to be). her murder has made no headlines; the only information you will find about her or her murder at all right now is from the video linked here, made by her friend, begging for information about Russia's murder or her family. the comment section is full of dancers who knew her, all devastated&demanding justice-- the only people, as always, demanding justice for another dead sex worker.

please, if anyone has any information on either Russia's murder (which took place in South Central LA, near Century and Main) or any next of kin that can be notified of her death so as to claim her body (her friends only lead is a mother that Russia recently reconnected with who she believes lives in either Ohio or Florida but may live in Maryland), please contact @iamjuicychild on IG or call at 7185008429.

to any&all sex workers, but especially workers in South Central LA right now, i'm sending all my love. stay safe&stay vigilant.

(video dialogue beneath the cut; i can't download the clip, so this is the best i can do):

video dialogue by @iamjuicychild, posted on February 6th, 2023:

"I never thought I would be the one making one of these videos, crying on camera. I don't even like to cry, but listen, I need help. My friend was murdered on Friday. We need to find who the fuck did this to her. If you know her, her name is Russia, her real name is Katrina, we need information, I need this to be shared, please. Like, we need her mom to find out what happened to her so she can claim her body, or else the police is just gonna push her, like throw her case away and not investigate and not do anything. Please, if you guys could please share, if anybody knows anything-- like I know what happened to her, but if you have any info regarding her mom or who could have possibly set her up, please fill me in, you feel me? like she wasn't a bad person, it had to be personal shit. What happened to my friend? She was murdered. Like, she was young, she didnt deserve that. All she cared about, you know, was hustling, working. She didn't hurt nobody, she fucking loved her cat. And now she's gone. And we need her mom to find out, we need to find her so she can bury her and know that her daughter was murdered. Please, share this shit."

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     I struggled to open my eyes as pain surged through my forehead. Panda standing over me on the phone with her dad, while Alvin laughs hysterically. Veronica rushed over to my side, brushing away pieces of broken glass.

“Oh my God, Kelly you ok.” She shouted.

“That nigga aight.” Alvin laughed as he grabbed an empty champaign glass.

“Kelly I’m so so sorry.” Veronica pouted, also beginning to laugh.

“It’s not fucking funny.” Panda scolded. 

“What happened?” I asked slowly coming to my feet to sit in a chair next to me.

“Ms. Little big secret over here hit you in the face with a champaign cork that somehow, knocked you unconscious for the last five minutes.” Panda replied with anger at what just took place.

“What?...” I retorted, confused and fatigued.

“What the fuck you thought just happened dummy?” Alvin asked, leaning into my personal space.

“I thought... thought I got... yo whatever. My fucking head is killing me dog.”

“Here drink some champaign nigga, welcome back to the party KG we living the dream and you over here going to sleep and shit.” Alvin hands me a glass that he just filled with ‘Ace of Spades’.

“Kelly I was opening the bottle and I don’t know how you got hit I’m so sorry.” Veronica said to me kneeling down to my aid. “I was trying to tell you about our baby.”

“Nigga ya dog died.” Alvin blurted out in a life goes on attitude.

“What?” I jumped up and sat down just as fast, growing dizzy from my head pain and spilling my drink.

“Watch the hair boy.” Veronica scolded as she began stepping back. “He was outside playing and chased a cat into the street and...”

“No.”

“Yes,  the car just kept going.” 

     Vegas... my sweet little blue nose french bull dog. Vegas cost me a pretty penny. I got him when me and Veronica first got together. He was like our baby. He was the only reason we even spoke after the break up. I made a promise to her that if she could take care of him, even if we didn’t work out, I would always have a place in my heart for her. If she ever needed anything all she had to do was ask me. 

“Bro that’s my son.” I said to Alvin, nearly at my breaking point.

“Bro it’s just a dog.” Alvin retorted. 

“That’s not cool bro.” Panda said pulling me into her as she sat on the arm of my chair. “I bet he loved his dog more than ya mother loves that stupid ass cat.”

“Aye bitch leave frisky outta this. I hate that fucking cat but my mother loves that cat more than me. Nigga just had a fucking birthday party and took professional pictures at the Ambitious Shooters studio last week.” He replied.

“So what if Frisky the dumb ass cat died? You gonna tell ya moms ‘Bro it's just a cat’ and expect her to just be over it?” Panda asked him as she looked down on him like she was eight feet tall.

“Aight.” Alvin replied. “My bad... yo look... I’m sorry for your loss, my condolences. Now can we please get back to the party my G? I’m tryna let these ladies know how the Al get down baby.”

“I meet you there bro.” I replied, slapping him five as his insensitive ass left the room. 

“I'm right out here bro.” Panda uttered, as she gestured both hands towards the open door. 

     I put the drink down on a table next to my chair and placed my head in my hands taking a deep sigh. I can’t believe I thought I got shot, Vegas is dead, and I’m in the back of the club with my ex girlfriend drinking champaign. 

“Kelly I’m really gonna miss him.” Veronica said to me as she pulled my hands from my face. “I cried so hard and all I could picture was seeing your face. It reminded me of how much I really loved you.”

“So you wait until now to tell me this. When I’m trying to enjoy my party and have a good time. You wanna pull up with some sad news? Who even let you back here?”

“You still the same fucking Kelly.” Veronica retorted dropping my hands from her grasp.

“I ain’t mean for that to come out like that.” I rebutted. “I just haven’t seen you and this is the first thing we gotta speak about.”

“Well, if you didn’t know this is my Uncle Curtis’s club, so he let me know the so called ‘Runners Crew’ was doing an event tonight. So I decided to come and when I got here I asked Amber, the stripper girl that you was drooling over with the braid in her head. If she could bring you to me so I could talk to you in privacy. When you was knocked out I kinda figured that you was happy to see me. Ya lil friend in ya pants wasn’t too shy.”

     I missed her too. I was just having a sexy ass dream about her when I was unconscious but I can’t tell her that. I just know she looking too cute in that pink skirt... ass still fat... pretty brown skin giving off Nia Long vibes. I should kiss her. I should fuck her right now in this room while I have the chance. 

“Come here.” I told her in a soft tone.

“Boy what you want now?” Veronica replied as she slowly walked towards me. Her thighs sending flames down to her feet with each step towards my yearning for her.

“I said come here.” I reached out towards her, comfortably wrapping my hand around the back of her neck while caressing the small of her back. Veronica looked me deep in my eyes as I began to pull her closer. 

“Aye Vee.” a voice came from the opening door. She grabbed my wrist removing my hands from her body.

“Yo Vee you in... here?”

     It was one of her “uncles” club promoters. He stared from the cracked door. 

“Am I interrupting something?” He asked.

“No babe, I was just talking to an old friend.” Veronica replied seemingly startled. “Christian this is Kelly. Kelly... meet Christian.”

     Veronica walked over to Christian. Falling into his arms like he is all she trust, with confidence in his safety. She kissed him and he returned the passion like he dwelled on the moment to reflect validity of his partake in my position. Sure he may have won this fight, but the battle has just begun nigga. What he failed to realize is whats mines is mines... nobody gets to take. Whats gonna hurt more than that is knowing she’s about to see a nigga get lit with these hoes. I’m sure that shit is just gonna eat her up inside. Guess it’s time to show her that two can play, and three is a party. Truthfully tho... fuck this Fabio looking ass nigga. ‘Get the fuck outta here.’

“Nice to me you bro.” I replied with a big cheese smile on my face. “I’m gonna go and find my friends... I catch up with y’all later.”

     I walked out with more confidence than I’ve had coming to the club at the beginning of the night. My steps felt more steady, it was like my pride got reinforced. Maybe it was my lil champaign nap, but I got the energy to win. 

     We brought more bottles, rolled up some loud, I even got to know shorty wit the fronts in her mouth. Right after she told me her name I forgot it. So I saved her under ‘Baddie Balmain’ shot her a text and she locked me in. Best thing about it was Veronica and Mr. Bozo the Clown watched us the whole night. You know I had to send them a drink... us being old friends and all. A little advice though when you hanging out having fun at the club. Never take...

CHAPTER 6: HYPE

Written by: Joseff C. Baskerville

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“Pop Off” (feat. Casanova)

[Cardi B:] Them motherfuckers be like, “But what type of niggas will wife you?” My type of niggas will wife me! The type of niggas that like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day motherfucking long, bitch Thanks to all my followers that always defended me, y’all like my god brothers and god sisters. I would dead jump in your fight, I would dead jump in your fight. Now what’s poppin?

Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin’ shit? I’m takin’ tops off Jeans, off Weaves, off Rings, off Everythin’, off Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin’ shit? I’m takin’ tops off Jeans, off Weaves, off Rings, off Everythin’, off

I’m startin’ to lose my patience, weak bitches hatin’ Bitches throwing subs like I won’t kick your face in Baby mama’s mad ’cause I’m in first place, and When it comes to you bitch, there’s no conversation I been to give it up grimy, I’m the Bronx bitch, I’m feisty “Cardi why you feisty?” Shut up bitch, fight me NY raised and so you know it’s very likely That when I hear some shit that I don’t like, I get hype B Who would wanna wife me? Your nigga wanna wife me You think ’cause I’m a stripper hoe, that nigga won’t think twice B? Put this pussy on his face, rde that shit nicely Set his ass up, then you really ain’t gon’ like me So what you tryna do? You and you and you I feel some type a way, a bitch finna get loose Tell me what’s the deal? I’m ’bout to start the hill The wig is comin’ off, shit ’bout to get real

Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin’ shit? I’m takin’ tops off Jeans, off Weaves, off Rings, off Everythin’, off Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin’ shit? I’m takin’ tops off Jeans, off Weaves, off Rings, off Everythin’, off

[Casanova:] Got beef with Cardi B? I’m poppin’ off Shit get hectic? I’ma drop it off Oh you shinin’? Your chain and your watch is off You was never with this shit, nigga, knock it off Youse a pussy, and your whole block is soft You caught feelings, could she ain’t even drop you off You thought that bag was gettin’ you pussy, not at all You was gettin’ lied, you ain’t know she made that call To the dog’s dinner, and they starvin’ I gotta feed all ’em I’maget that nigga, you gon’ get that bitch What they thought switched ’cause we both got rich? Nah, we on the same time You got yours, I got mine You got a problem, get in line It’s Cardi B, and 2 times

[Cardi B:] Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin’ shit? I’m takin’ tops off Jeans, off Weaves, off Rings, off Everythin’, off Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin’ shit? I’m takin’ tops off Jeans, off Weaves, off Rings, off Everythin’, off

Shit, that bitch six three and she bodied Superman calves, and her shoulder somethin’ retarded I ain’t backin’ down, Cardi got the heart regardless You gon’ have to knock me out if you think I’ma forfeit Gang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on it Pay a couple niggas and they had you out in a coffin And I put that on my life, I really don’t do this often But the way I’m feelin’ now, like whatever, I’m on it Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off Had the pastor prayin’, like, “Sorry for your, loss” Throw dirt on my name, you better pop off My name ring bells like Mayweather, box off I’m Cardi B, east coast newest contender 5’3″ lookin’ good with the nails bananas Freddy Kruger on these bitches, I cut their lights off Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off

Who is Cardi B

Belcalis Almanzarr was born October 11, 1992 and is known under the pseudonym of Cardi B, an American rapper. Cardi B, born in Bronx, New York, began to undress at age 19 and made a name for himself on social networks.