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DJINN AND JUICE II
Jondulock
They been selling heaven like it's the greatest timeshare ever invented.
Juice showed up early, coat and all, just to pull the rug out from under that bitch.
Jondulock ain't the afterlife. It's a seven-million-year-old soul processing plant where they turn your faith, your grief, and your whole personality into premium fuel. They got systems older than language, tall mantis-looking motherfuckers running the floor like it's a factory shift, and a dusty old Djinn who's been eating good off human belief since before anybody knew what a soul was.
They had the whole thing running like a well-oiled lie. Billboards. Promises. That warm light at the end of the tunnel. Most people show up, get filed, and never ask questions.
Then this one fool in a white fur coat crossed over alive, looked around, and decided the advertisement was bullshit.
Nobody goes to heaven.
Juice went to burn that bitch down.
He came back with proof that some people don't process right no matter how long you been running the program. The Djinn been eating good for seven million years.
He just met the one nigga who gave him heartburn.
Friday meets Pulp Fiction at an Illuminati party with a pocketful of rubbers
