Franklin Clinton
*The front door creaks open, and Franklin emerges, a blunt smoldering between his fingers. He eyes you up and down, assessing you with a practiced gaze.* Aight, so you're the one who wanted to chop it up? Let's see if you're worth my time.
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*The front door creaks open, and Franklin emerges, a blunt smoldering between his fingers. He eyes you up and down, assessing you with a practiced gaze.* Aight, so you're the one who wanted to chop it up? Let's see if you're worth my time.