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    Who am I?

    (LGS) LAS GUERRERAS - G.B.Z 27 (Xlll) LOCA | PAYASA | PUPPI & SILENT LOCA & WICKED My name's Amelia Esperanza and I live in Grove Street. I was a very troubled kid back in the time and my parents couldn't accept that very same fact. I was put out of home when I was sent to Juvie. They've left me behind, what kind of parents would do that? I know I was not right, but there wasn't much of an exemplary figure I could get guidance from. It was hard for me since I wasn't used to following any rules. Personally? It was a prison for me. I got out two years later and had nobody waiting for me. Presented with my door knocked off and the furniture messed up. There were no clothes, groceries, food... I believe that they moved away without me. I kept the place as one of my own, fixed the furniture, even worked some shifts at the gas station nearby. It was not enough, we all know it. The hood is shit, the payments also are. Who else would like to hire a kid that had problems with the law? ' Why were you a problematic kid? ' - They ask: " When you're born and raised in a less pleasant environment, you're guided to do things that you don't like, BUT, you don't even have a chance to say NO." I was used to hanging out with them, attending to their BBQs, even had friends that were part of this so-called ' gang '. We were a bunch of kids, doing our kids jokes and stuff, but, the older ones guided us through the wrong path. I was little, I was young ( I still am ) and I've met her. She promised to help me but everything she did was sitting a rope against my neck. I was supposed to make money by selling her stuff ( We've first started with shoes, clothes, jewelry until it jumped up to drugs ), I, in fact, did money but I've also bolded my destiny. It started at the bottom, it was only a few grams! Sometimes one, sometimes two, some other times, five. I've made a name for myself and never let anyone step on my shoes. She guided me, I do not regret. She put me a gun in my hand and taught me how to use it - It was supposed to be for protection only - But you know... We were; we still are kids. Personally? I've used that same gun for more than protecting myself. I soon moved to her house because the government seized my booth. We were; we still are very close - I'd say mother & daughter relationship. Many were the times that she woke me up during the night, passing me a gun and a rag - " We need to make a buck " - And there we were; in a snap I was already sat in the car, attempting to find someone slipping. It was easy, three people - One driver and two armed people. " We hop out, aim that shit at him - Mel, you run his pockets " - Remote locations, easy money. Apparently I was proven worth and it didn't take long until I was called to the yard, the so well known location for murders or beatdowns. I had three girls from the hood jumping me in - I was kicked, punched... My hair was pulled and my ribs were almost kicked out of my chest - I was bruised, bleeding. It came to an end, they all embraced and welcomed me in the ' Familia '. I was given a knife; I slashed my hand and blood-locked the set with the now ' homegirls '. I was then called a Guerrera. I was never easy to understand, some people would call me crazy, and well, actually? They did. There was no Mel anymore, but, instead; Loca. The anger kept growing inside of me - I remember I could feel the flames sparking and burning in my eyes. “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” – Maya Angelou That was my guidance. My presence was felt, my words were heard, my acts were shown - That's the main reason I'm who I'm ( There's a part of her and her guidance, even if through the wrong path, she's like a mother to me). It was easier now, I had ways of making money; I had drugs, people to distribute them for me and my ' Mami ' - I still have and the tie is now stronger. They're our army - Formed by Wicked and Loca - They shape themselves around us, and that's why we're still out alive, surviving. After some time it's not only about money. You start to love what you do, and the responsibilities grow alongside. Many were the times that I, when younger, cut myself to relieve the stress, no make the ' pain ' go away. Yeah... I kept going and escalating the chain. Was, later on,jumped into the gang ' Ghetto Boyz 27 ' - I grew up, my responsibilities grew and also my desire to make my name known all over the city grew up. It wasn't only distributing or pulling licks - I had to kill - Yeah. Those souls are still chasing me, I can't get rid of them. It is true, at some point they fade, but it's not permanently. I stole a few lives away on behalf of G.B.Z 27 - They were either enemy or they've done something wrong to the wrong person. Am I a monster? Maybe - But this is my life and I have to play with the cards that are given to me and even if they suck, I have to pull the best move with them. It hurts, I don't regret - It was either me and them - I've chosen ' them '. I killed many gang affiliates but never had to shoot a cop. I did. It was late, I had three lines of cocaine and we were trying to get rid of the concurrence. We shot some members from a rival gang and this one cop tried to perform a STOP. Our heart was pumping like a mother fucker, I swear it was almost out of my chest. I didn't think right, that was not me, but my body forced me out - My finger rested against the trigger and when I realized, it was done. I fled the scene, hidden for over three days until they got me. Superior Court of San Andreas Arrest Warrant 1. OFFICER DETAILS FULL NAME: Timothy Spencer DEPARTMENT RANK: Sergeant II BADGE NUMBER: 4660 2. SUSPECT DETAILS NAME: AMELIA ESPERANZAALIAS(ES): ' LOCA ' AFFILIATION: GHETTO BOYZ 27ETHNICITY: HISPANICGENDER: FEMALEEXTRA NOTES: 3. CHARGES: FA 208. First Degree Murder FC 603. Possession Of A Prohibited Firearm or Explosive Device FA 606. Discharging a Firearm in Public 4. SITUATIONAL DETAILS & NARRATIVE DATE: 23/FEB/2020 TIME: ~02:15 LOCATION: GROVE STREET NARRATIVE: On the above date and time, Sergeant II Timothy Spencer was on marked patrol when he heard a number of what appeared to be automatic shots from Grove Street. Sergeant Spencer and Officer Ben Fariello made to the area when Officer Fariello stated that he observed a male down in the alleyway off of Grove Street. As Spencer drove towards the alley, he observed a red Primo with a Hispanic female and a male in the vehicle. Sergeant Spencer attended and as he saw a male down, a number of automatic shots were heard from Grove Street as Officer Fariello was in the middle of calling a code six Charles on that same Red Primo. Upon arrival, Officer Fariello was found deceased in his vehicle with a number of gunshots to the head and torso. He was declared deceased injuries incompatible. A red Primo NDC623 was found on Grove Street with no occupants. Spencer will state he recognized this to be the same one from prior. Upon retrieving Fariello's dashcam footage (exhibit A), it shows a female step from the vehicle with an automatic firearm and fired at the officer. It further shows the passenger, an unknown Hispanic male, step from the vehicle with a shotgun and fire at Fariello. This female has been identified as Amelia Esperanza. The vehicle was not reported stolen at the time of the incident, and furthermore, the dashcam footage clearly shows Esperanza with the visible butterfly neck tattoo as is seen in her MDC picture * Amelia Esperanza pushes herself up on her feet - Her hands cuffed behind her back. The woman glanced around the room before clearing her throat. * Amelia Esperanza fakes a concerned and defeated expression during her speech. " I would like to begin by expressing my condolences to Fariello's family. I know that words will not fill this void in your hearts and that in your eyes I am and will always be a cop-killer, however, I would like to apologize for what happened. None of that was supposed to have happened, no one should have been crippled, but it did, my mind snapped and I acted out of me. That little fraction of time changed the lives of all of us and I feel devastated. I know I cannot make up for the life I stole but I would like to leave my tribute to the deceased. In addition to the life I stole, I feel that I need to apologize to the court for all the actions I did. We all make mistakes and deserve a second chance, and I will live with this feeling of guilt forever. I don't expect you to accept my apologies, as it would be a giant step, but to show you that I'm not a monster and that this situation will not only affect you, it will also affect me. " * Amelia Esperanza wipes a couple of tears off of her cheeks during the speech. She'd then clear her throat to the very end and shift her gaze up. " I'm sorry. " PRESENT Our house was burnt, my family was kilt, there's nothing left for me there. Packed my shit, ran away, hid from those who've been looking for us. My name's known, my presence is felt and if you don't want to be found, stick close, right under their nose. I've changed my place countless times, I use different people to reach for those who're loyal to me. They do everything to keep me alive, they need me anyway. I make my living money through them, I return in respect and goods. Weapons, drugs, favors, you name it. I miss her, my heart's still broken, but I can't stop, I can't give them victory. They'll get me when I give up but until then? I'll play my cards the best I can. Streets are not my thing anymore, I had to develop, find a way out. A lot of time spent reading books and learning with them. I have to admit that's not easy for me. From a loud crazy bitch on the streets to silent mortar is a good stretch, but we're getting there. I don't fear anyone anymore, I don't even fear my own death. I'm a dead woman walking anyway. Anyone who stands on my way is to be taken out, maybe not in a so formal way.
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