Neighborhood.

[Soapy]

this White guy

At an HBCU and fucking white boys?

Now that Keshawn is in a relationship, Gayle about to circle the block because we know she likes being the side bitch.

And now he getting more consistent on the court now that he got himself a lil' girlfriend.

She's an equal opportunist. Man, woman, Black, White, it don't matter.

Need to change the logos for the Spurs game but other than that, solid win. I know you dug deep for that dub.

They actually pulled our boy with 3 minutes left and we were down 2. We ended up winning cuz apparently Shaedon Sharpe went off

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A Cold Day in Hell - Episode 12
The antiseptic smell hit Alexis first, that clinical blend of bleach and hand sanitizer that never quite masked the underlying scent of sickness. She blinked slowly at the two officers standing at the foot of her bed. Their faces were impassive, professional, but she could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on her chest. They had been through this dance before.

"Miss Pleasant," the taller officer—Rodriguez, she remembered from his previous visits—spoke first. "How are you feeling today?"

Alexis shifted against the stiff rehab facility mattress that even all the money in the world couldn’t make comfortable.

"I’m already," she said, her voice coming out thin and reedy.

The officers exchanged a glance that Alexis pretended not to notice. She focused instead on the window, where winter sunlight struggled through half-drawn blinds. Beyond the glass, life continued—people walking, laughing, moving without thinking about each step.

"We were hoping," the second officer said, flipping open a small notepad, "that maybe your memory has started to come back. About that day."

Before, she would have rolled her eyes, maybe tossed out a sarcastic comment about their persistence. Now she just felt hollowed out, wishing they would take pity on her and stop showing up.

"I still don't remember anything," she murmured, a lie that was becoming less convincing each time she spoke. "It's all... blank."

Officer Rodriguez sighed, not bothering to hide his frustration. "Listen, we get it, you don’t want to get people in trouble. The type of person that does this is likely not going to stop and next time, it won’t just be you, it might be a kid riding a bike or an old lady bringing in her groceries."

"Are you ready to talk about your boyfriend? Stefan?"

The name sent a jolt through her system, betraying the already poor poker face. Stefan. It didn’t take long for the police to put the two together as in an effort to jog her memory, they ran through her credit card transactions and just that morning, a gas station had them on video leaving the store together.

Stefan wasn’t a gang member, not on record, but everyone in his family practically was. It was those same family members that provided him an alibi, albeit a flimsy one. They all said that Stefan came through with Alexis, hung around for a bit and then dropped her off at her apartment and returned in time to hang out on the porch until the wee hours of the next morning. This wasn’t the type of case that was going to garner much resources to solve and the detectives had hoped that they would simply catch Alexis in a lie that didn’t match up with Stefan’s story and use it to interview him a second time. She was proving to be wiser, or perhaps more numb, than they anticipated.

"I don't remember," she repeated, staring at her chipped nails.

"Look," the second officer leaned forward, his voice softening. "We're not here to get anyone in trouble who doesn't deserve it. But whoever did this to you—they need to be held accountable."

"I was hanging out with Stefan and then he dropped me off at my apartment," she said carefully. "That's all I remember. I must have went out, maybe gotten something to drink or eat, I don’t know."

"Miss Pleasant," Officer Rodriguez tried again, "if you're afraid—"

"I'm not afraid," Alexis cut in, a flicker of her old self briefly surfacing before disappearing again beneath waves of exhaustion. "I just don't remember."

She looked down at her legs beneath the blanket, useless now. The doctors had used words like "incomplete spinal cord injury" and "possible partial recovery," but all Alexis heard was the sentence: her life as she knew it was over.

"I want to move past this," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can't you understand that? I just want to move on."

The officers exchanged another look, resignation settling over their features. They'd been here before, victims too scared or too loyal to speak. Her father’s last name had made the case file remain at the top of their desk than it usually would but even that was wearing thin.

"If you remember anything," Officer Rodriguez placed his card on her bedside table, next to three others he'd left on previous visits, "Just call us. Day or night."

Alexis nodded, not trusting herself to speak again. She watched them leave, their footsteps fading down the hallway of the rehabilitation center that had become her new home. She knew she wouldn’t be calling them. Part of her also knew that they wouldn’t be coming back. And she wasn’t sure if that made her feel better or worse.

…

"Can you get that?" Tamara called from her bedroom.

Nadia sighed, wiping her hands on her jeans before trudging to the door. She hadn't even been in the apartment for twenty-four hours, and already she was playing receptionist. She pulled open the door to find a man, probably in his early 20s, with an undone tie and a six-pack of beer.

"Hey! You must be Nadia," he said, extending his free hand. "I'm Ernesto. Tamara's told me a lot about you."

"I’m not sure that’s a good thing," Nadia replied, stepping aside to let him in.

"Only good things," Ernesto laughed as he held up the beer, "I was going to bring some wine but then I felt like that might be too on the nose. Maybe even a tad sexist?"

"I’m good on both but I’m sure Tamara would love some," Nadia said, gesturing toward the kitchen. "She should be out soon."

Just as Nadia was unsure if she should play host or retrieve to her room, Tamara emerged from the hallway, still brushing her hair as she made her way to the kitchen to join them.

"I love that you never come here empty handed," Tamara gave him a quick hug. "Rocco's just finishing up a work call, he'll be out in a minute."

"Cool, cool," Ernesto nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter. "So, um, slight change of plans. Melissa had to bail."

Tamara's face fell. "Again?"

"I know, right? I should probably take a hint," Ernesto shrugged. "I don’t know, I felt like our first date went well."

"Well, that sucks," Tamara frowned, then brightened as her gaze shifted to Nadia. "Hey! Why don't you come with us? We're just going to watch a movie at the Grove, then maybe grab some drinks after."

Nadia stiffened. "Oh, I don't think—"

"Come on," Tamara pressed. "You’ve been in here all day unpacking. I’m sure some fresh air would do you good and Ernesto is a cool guy so it’s not going to give like weird double date vibes."

Ernesto offered an encouraging smile. "I’m practically a eunuch at this point."

"I was not expecting that," Nadia let out a small chuckle, "I appreciate the invite, I really do but I still got some stuff to do and I just want to crash after that honestly."

Rocco, Tamara’s boyfriend for the past year or so, finally appeared from the room, tucking his phone into his pocket.

"The gang has all met, I see," he said as he grabbed one of the beers, sharing a brief head nod with Ernesto.

"Rocco, tell Nadia she should come with us tonight," Tamara said. "Ernesto's date canceled."

Rocco glanced between them. "I mean, if you want to come, that would be cool. But no pressure."

"Thank you," Nadia said, shooting Rocco a grateful look. "But I'm really going to pass. Rain check, though?"

Tamara sighed dramatically. "Fine, be boring. But don't blame me when you're sitting here alone while we're having the time of our lives."

"I think I'll manage somehow," Nadia said dryly, the feisty back and forth being part of their love language since they were chemistry lab partners in the tenth grade.

Ernesto checked his watch. "We should probably head out soon if we want to grab food before the movie."

"Let me just grab my purse," Tamara said, disappearing back into her bedroom.

Rocco followed, leaving Nadia and Ernesto alone in the living room.

"Sorry about your date," Nadia said, feeling like she should say something.

Ernesto shrugged. "No big deal. Probably wasn't going to work out anyway. She's one of those people who texts with, like, a million emojis after every sentence."

"A dealbreaker for sure," Nadia agreed with a small smile.

"You sure you don't want to join? No pressure, I swear," Ernesto said. "I'm not trying to make this weird or anything."

"I'm sure," Nadia replied. "But thanks for being cool about it."

"Of course," Ernesto nodded. "Maybe next time.”

…

The bass thumped through the speakers at the bar, just loud enough to feel in Gayle's chest but not so loud she couldn't hear Katrina's story about this ex of hers that she was now back dating again. Gayle smiled along , but her attention remained on the television, hoping to catch a glance each time Keshawn was being shown. The Blazers were playing the Warriors and while everyone else might have been fixated on Steph Curry, it was the rookie forward for Portland that kept drawing Gayle’s attention.

"That’s the dude you used to fuck with, right?" Katrina asked, realizing that Gayle wasn’t paying attention to her as Keshawn was shown during a timeout as he walked to the bench.

Gayle felt heat rise to her cheeks. "We was just cool."

"How you ain’t lock that up? I thought you was about your hustle, girl!" Katrina joked, the punching line landing closer to home than Gayle would have cared to admit.

Gayle shrugged, trying to appear casual.

"It wasn’t even like that, we just…" she trailed off, unsure how to explain something she didn't fully understand herself.

The truth was, she'd pulled back. When Keshawn went to UCLA, which in retrospect was just a trek across the interstate, it felt like the natural ending for whatever it was that they had. While they had naturally pulled apart with Keshawn going to college and Gayle’s brief stint in the nightlife as a bartender, it seemed like there was nothing there anymore to stabilize what was already an unlikely pairing. The awkward basketball player, the loud 'ratchet’ girl. He didn’t need her anymore or maybe, she just felt that he didn’t.

Now, she was left to wonder what could have been. Maybe she’d be there courtside, a couple of feet away from the likes of Ayesha Curry. Instead, the only thing she was looking forward this week was some stolen moments with someone else’s husband.

[Captain Canada]

Gayle a whole mess

[Caesar]

Alexis need to roll up on Stefan and get some answers.

Nadia turning ol boy down because she want Keshawn

Candace gonna end up batting the piss out Gayle

[Soapy]

Gayle a whole mess

let her breathe

Alexis need to roll up on Stefan and get some answers.

Nadia turning ol boy down because she want Keshawn

Candace gonna end up batting the piss out Gayle

Bitches get shot everyday, b. She tough. She'll be aight.

Nadia is focusing on herself, brother

Gayle should as well

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Highlight Game: January 13th, 2026 - Chase Center, San Francisco, California
(17-24) Portland Trail Blazers at Golden State Warriors (22-19)

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POR | 19 | 23 | 26 | 28 | 96
GSW | 31 | 23 | 20 | 30 | 104

Starting Lineups
Jrue Holiday - G - Stephen Curry
Shaedon Sharpe - G - Brandin Podziemski
Deni Avdija - F - Moses Moody
Toumani Camara - F - Jimmy Butler
Donovan Clingan - C - Draymond Green



G Jrue Holiday: 9 pts, 2 reb, 2 ast, 3-8 FG, 2-6 3PT
G Shaedon Sharpe: 35 pts, 5 reb, 15-28 FG, 4-11 3PT
F Deni Avdija: 12 pts, 10 reb, 3 ast, 4-13 FG, 2-9 3PT
F Toumani Camara: 6 pts, 3 reb, 3-3 FG
C Donovan Clingan: 9 pts, 15 reb, 2 stl, 4-9 FG, 1-1 FT
F Keshawn Chase: 18 pts, 11 reb, 4 ast, 5-11 FG, 8-10 FT

G Stephen Curry: 28 pts, 6 ast, 11-29 FG, 3-17 3PT
F Jimmy Butler: 21 pts, 9 reb, 6 ast, 3 stl, 9-13 FG, 1-4 3PT
C Draymond Green: 6 pts, 3 reb, 4 ast, 2 stl, 3 blk, 3-3 FG

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(22-13) @ (17-22)

HOU | 29 | 36 | 33 | 32 | 130
POR | 24 | 32 | 23 | 33 | 112

HOU F Kevin Durant: 22 Pts, 5 Reb, 8 Ast, 7-19 FG, 2-6 3PT, 6-7 FT
POR F Keshawn Chase: 11 Pts, 3 Reb, 11 Ast, 5-13 FG, 1-1 3PT

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(25-14) @ (17-23)

NYK | 44 | 34 | 25 | 32 | 135
POR | 29 | 29 | 21 | 27 | 106

NYK G Mikal Bridges: 30 Pts, 2 Reb, 2 Ast, 2 Stl, 10-13 FG, 8-8 3PT
POR F Keshawn Chase: 14 Pts, 10 Reb, 10 Ast, 5-11 FG, 4-4 FT

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(26-17) @ (17-25)

ATL | 26 | 30 | 40 | 24 | 120
POR | 33 | 39 | 25 | 22 | 119

ATL G Trae Young: 27 Pts, 3 Reb, 7 Ast, 2 Stl, 10-21 FG, 6-13 3PT
POR F Keshawn Chase: 19 Pts, 3 Reb, 6 Ast, 4 Stl, 8-16 FG, 1-3 3PT

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Upcoming Schedule vs. Los Angeles Lakers (21-18), at Sacramento Kings (18-23), vs. Miami Heat (14-28)
Season Stats 16 PPG, 7.6 RPG, 5.6 APG, 1.2 SPG, 0.5 BPG, 2.0 TOPG, 48 FG%, 31 3PT%, 75 FT%

[Captain Canada]

Goddamn. Rough string of games in that update

[Caesar]

That boy got run ragged by old ass Kevin Durant

[Soapy]

Goddamn. Rough string of games in that update

The play in gonna be tight

That boy got run ragged by old ass Kevin Durant

Almost a double-double machine at this point but no comment on that smh

the biggest opp

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A Cold Day in Hell - Episode 13
"This ain't no school yard shit, now," OG Tiny leaned forward, tattooed forearms resting on the table. "We talking real weight. Not that nickel and dime shit."

Stacks nodded, studying the man across from him. Tiny was only a few years older than him but as his name suggested, he had been in the game for a while, jumping off the porch as a pre-teen. He’d made plenty of deals before some of which worked, most of which didn’t.

"I feel you," Stacks replied, keeping his voice steady. "The shit I get from the Woods is real shit, too. Ain’t no blower that some tweaker tossed out the window or some shit. I’m talking shit you only see in the movies, take a nigga whole head off.

"And what they get out of this?" Tiny asked. "They know you selling their shit?"

"They don't need to know shit," Stacks said. "Far as they concerned, they selling me the shit and I’m doing what I want with it."

Tiny exchanged a look with two of the men that came with him to the meet up, neither of them uttering a word since their arrival. "And what your people think about this arrangement? Everybody on your side cool with this?"

The question hung in the air between them. Stacks had anticipated it, planned for it, but a lie don’t become the truth overnight.

"That ain’t going to be an issue," Stacks said finally. "But like I said, this shit stays between us. This ain't no Blood-Crip alliance for the whole hood to know about."

Tiny nodded slowly, considering. "I'll bring it to my people. But I can't promise nothing."

"I’m looking for more than that, OG," Stacks said, leaning back in his chair. "I took care of that Southsiders problem you had, remember?"

"That got you this sit down," Tiny laughed, a smile forming on his face as he thought back to receiving the news that the Varrio Longo gang member that had killed an Insane Crip was stabbed to death in County.

"It’s good business," Stacks shrugged, "I’m sure y’all will come to the right decision."

---

Nadia paused outside the apartment door, grocery bags digging into her fingers as she fumbled with her keys. After a week of online applications that were going unanswered, she had gone the old school way, pounding the pavement with resume in hand. That had also been a bust.

"We'll keep your resume on file." The universal code for "don't call us, we'll call you."

As she pushed the door open, the unmistakable smell of weed hit her nostrils, followed by the sound of animated shouting. Not fighting—the kind of competitive yelling that seemed to be the language of intimacy between men.

She stepped inside to find two guys sprawled across the living room couch, controllers in hand as their eyes were fixated on the screen. One was vaguely familiar—Ernesto, she recalled from their brief introduction the other day. The other was Rocco, Tamara's boyfriend.

"You’re a hoe for using the Chiefs," Ernesto shouted, shaking his head. "My fucking brother can win with them."

"It's called strategy, pendejo," Rocco laughed, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Nadia considered slipping past them to her room, but Ernesto glanced up and spotted her.

"What’s up, Nadia?" he called, pausing the game.

"Hey," she shifted the grocery bags to her other hand. "Don’t let me get in the way of your game."

"I was cooking him anyway," Rocco said, setting his controller down. "How’d it go today?"

"You know," she trailed off, "We’ll see."

"I can always ask around at our firm," Rocco suggested, "I know they usually have some sort of administrative opening if you’re interested."

"The firm?" Nadia couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice.

"Don't sound so shocked," Ernesto laughed, getting up to help her with the bags. "We're not as big of idiots as we sound or look in Rocco’s case."

"Fuck you," Rocco flipped him off.

"I didn't mean—" Nadia started.

"Nah, it's cool, I’m just messing with you," Ernesto waved her off as he took the bags to the kitchen.

"It’s like an accounting firm or…?" Nadia asked, following Ernesto to the kitchen.

"Law, Gutierrez and Associates," Ernesto replied, setting the bags on the counter. "I'm a paralegal there. Our boy Rocco is my trusted intern that gets my coffee and shit."

"I’m not his intern," Rocco quickly interjected, "I’m an intern at the firm that he also happens to work at."

"Whatever makes you feel better buddy," Ernesto teased.

"What kind of law?" Nadia found herself asking despite her initial plan to retreat to her room.

"Immigration, mostly," Rocco said, joining them in the kitchen. "Lot of asylum cases, deportation defense, that kind of thing."

Nadia felt a spark of interest. "Really? That's... actually pretty cool."

"It's a lot of paperwork," Ernesto admitted, "But yeah, it's good work. Makes you feel like you're actually doing something, you know? Not just pushing papers for some corporate asshole."

"Increasing value for our stakeholders," Rocco added, holding up a joint, "You want a hit?"

Nadia hesitated, then shrugged. "Yeah, thanks."

She hadn't planned on socializing, but the mention of immigration law had piqued her interest. Plus, after a day of rejection, a little weed and mindless video games sounded better than staring at her laptop, scrolling through more job listings.

"So tell me more about these asylum cases," she said, accepting the joint from Rocco. "How does that work exactly?"

As Ernesto launched into an explanation, Nadia found herself actually listening. Maybe staying in tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.