Diablo was pure inner city swag.
Wearing baggy pants, durag, and driving a Jag.
Hiding a Glock pistol under his front car seat.
Ready for trouble in a heartbeat.
He ended up in a gunfight.
His Jag got shot up and this ruined his night.

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