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19th of July 2012
 

Gangsta Kissing

The couple was oblivious to the fact the music had ended. Minutes earlier they had been shaking their hips and rapping along to the famous closing song with everyone else, but when the music ended, they remained in their embrace. They began to kiss, and continued to kiss, with increasing vigor, as the other concert-goers streamed past, occasionally bumping an elbow or kicking the tote bag protected at their feet. They didn’t notice.

A large man, massive rather than heavyset, bald, brown-skinned, pierced, tattooed, approached them, raising both hands in a fist-pump of celebration and screaming in exultation and approval, “Gangsta kissing!!!!”

The pair continued to (gansta) kiss as the woman raised one arm and gave the man a thumb’s up.

“Give me a hug!” he continued.

The kissing couple paused, opening up slightly to allow the man to dive into the center, throwing his beefy arms around the two of them and yelling a satisfied, “Alllll riiiiiight!”

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