Inheritence -Chapter 1-
It wasn't shabby, nor a particularly rough part of the english countryside, it just seemed like ghetto-chic had taken hold of it by the throat. quaint.
Sizing her up
She was completely content with using her 42 d breasts and "ghetto booty" as well as her jungle girl attitude and flowing black mane to her advantage.
Rumination
I feel as if i'm destined for the body of the former, and the egress of the latter--black lad who crawled out of the ghetto and a divorced family, to seek success in art and business, over sports.
Man, F*ck Your Friend Zone!
"i dunno, just thinkin' maybe it scares people off... makes them think i'm all ghetto an' dangerous an' shit." "daren, of all the scary things about you, i think the way you talk is the least threatening."
Can't Keep Him Out
With his handsome blonde dreads, blue flesh and perpetually impish smile, he looked to also be a fine slice of ghetto meat. aaron was not necessarily a slob but neither did he have a fine touch for housework.
Buck Or Two
I waited at the front of buck or two, the most ghetto-ist dollar store ever. 10 mins later my boss opens the door. al risk, a big, huge furry grizzly bear. he is really a hard ass, but mmmm that ass really makes up for it.
Struggling to death pt. 1
Ivy didn't know who her assailant were, let alone what she did to make them chase her down the dank ghettos of her home town.
Beast Town Nights
Beast town nights in the shining jewel that is eternity city there are a number of flaws, call them slums, ghettos, what ever you like.
The Day We Remember
He slammed the shot back and threw the glass on the cement floor, a tradition in the mexican ghettos of new sacramento. alta held up his glass of ale, fighting back tears.
Tired But Hard
Sandy was one fine assed ghetto chick. i mean, my dick got hard again thinking that she was still naked in there as i dressed. i was being a jerk and i knew it. she was my wife's daughter, my step-daughter, but she was so fine.
Size Matters
After this is... the ghetto." "the ghetto?" asked moss worried. "i don't think that's a great place to go." pat threw moss a disgusted look of contempt over his shoulder, "maybe not for... humans, but for... dogs and cats...
The World We Live In: Chapter 38
The place, nicknamed the 'ghetto' by the feline person, was a mix of degenerates, not in a sense of criminality, but in a sense of race.