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Desire party cruises up and down the Hudson River. Peaches could go ’head with all that noise he was talking. Besides, I mighta been a real big spender but I was nobody’s big fool. Gutta’s cash was already tucked away to the side for when he came home, and I was planning on tearing Punchie Collins off a hunk of dough in a minute too. On top of that, Bunni had found a dude who was gonna sell us some cut-rate crack at a real stupid price, and the way we figured it we would triple our investment on every transaction.
    I igged Peaches. My shit mighta looked funky from the outside, but on the real tip I knew what I was doing. And Peaches needed to stop all that stuntin’ any damn way because he was benefitting from the money too. Not only was his rent paid up for the next six months, but me and Bunni had gotten down fifty-fifty on a bunch of back-alley estrogen shots for him so he could get ready for his sex change operation. He was shooting them female hormones in his ass left and right, and damn if there wasn’t two wubby little titties tryna pop out on his hairy, muscular chest.
    â€œMadame Mink are you listening to me?” he demanded.
    â€œYo, I got this, P,” I told him as I finished getting dressed for the party cruise. The boat held four hundred people and I wanted to make damn sure I stood out as the numero uno bitch in the crowd. I was rocking a lemon-ice Glama-Glo with long spiral curls down the back, and a skin-tight lemon-ice mermaid dress with silver jewels glittering everywhere. “I’ma pay my fine on Monday and take care of business like I’m supposed to, Peach, okay? So quit all that damn worrying. Mizz Mink Minaj has all this shit here under control.”
    â€œErrrm-herrrm,” Peaches said, twisting his lips as he looked at me sideways. “ Errrm-herrrrm . Yep. Whatever you say.”
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    I didn’t mess around too tough with no water, but the boat scene was all the way live! Me and Bunni got there a little bit late but we was still right on time. It was one big floating party going on and there were fine niggas ballin’ every damn where. But there were some hater bitches on the scene too. Especially the ones who were from around our way. One lil come-up in particular had followed me around all night shooting me dagger looks and tryna throw salt in my game ’cause she’d heard I was holding and she couldn’t stand to see a bitch who was paid.
    â€œWatch ya pockets!” she screamed on every dude who so much as looked at me. “She’s a live one! A true tricksta! Schemin’ Mink is in da house!”
    â€œIgg that bitch,” Bunni warned me as the young chick who lived on our block kept right on following us around flossin’ about how I wasn’t nothing but a liar and a big ass thief.
    â€œNah, Bunni!” I said, getting heated. “I oughtta fly her big, water-head right off her scrawny neck,” I fumed. Didn’t no guttersnipe hater get to flounce around putting Mizz Mink’s game on blast! “Yeah, I should walk right up on her and fuck her lil ass up!”
    Bunni hand-checked me. “Remember now, you ain’t paid ya fines yet so you still got a W hangin’ over your head. Fuck her lil ass up and the cops are gonna come. And if the cops come your ass is going to jail. Just igg that crazy bitch, Mink. I don’t mind beating her ass, but she just ain’t worth poppin’ off no bullshit drama tonight.”
    I knew Bunni was right so that’s what I did. I igged what was comin’ outta that raggedy trick’s mouth and laughed every time she walked past me talking shit with her gigantic dome wobbling around on her scrawny neck. I was pissed off though. This was the same chick who used to bum Pamper money from me for her baby, and now she was smellin’ herself and tryna come at my throat. Sheeiiit. Mami must didn’t know she wasn’t slick enough or fine enough