Eva Nieves • Malicia con delicadeza.

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Eva Nieves

Eva, Evie, Sparrow
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Birthday | December 16th, 1997 • 22 years old
Birthplace | San Juan, Puerto Rico
Languages | English, Spanish

 

Before Los Santos

 

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1997

Eva was born to Marissa Nieves, making her a single mother on the streets of one of the biggest cities in Puerto Rico, the beautiful and violent San Juan. She’d been working two jobs at the time, so she was spread thin between playing waitress during the day and dancing late nights and weekends. It was on one of those nights that she ran into Enrique Guerra, who’d been a well-known drug dealer for quite some time in their little corner of the city. The romance fired up between the two, and though they stayed together for a while, Marissa wanted nothing to do with the violence that followed him. Around this time, the local police department had started cracking down on white collar drug users and tourists, and the dealers that enabled them. This included most of Enrique’s clients and runners, and all of it sent his meticulous system tumbling down to be treated the same as a street level corner dealer. One night their apartment was raided by the local police department, and Marissa shut him out entirely, only to find out a month later that she was pregnant. She stayed true to her stubborn-as-hell personality, nothing changed about their relationship. The couple hardly exchanged a few words over several months.

 

Eva's father was estranged and kept at bay for most of her life. Her mother wouldn’t tell him a word about Eva for years, other than to let him know it was his fault and she'd never let her get caught up in the same life. The man struggled to make a slight difference in his daughter’s life despite getting blamed and shut out after everything. He would send Marissa money frequently. At first, it was rejected. However, as a single mother, she simply couldn't continue her previous job as a dancer at the beginning. She used some of the money to get by, and tucked the rest of it away as a college fund, and not a word was spoken about it.

 

Eva grew up in a confusing world of secrets and brutal honesty at the same time. She knew her mother returned to being a stripper a few years after having her. And she definitely wasn’t naive enough to think every other guy that came by the house was just ‘a friend.’ At the same time, other aspects such as her real dad were completely hidden. She assumed one of those one-night ‘friends’ must have been her father, and she grew spiteful of everything around her. The years ticked by and nobody told her otherwise.

 

2012

Eva was another soon-to-be statistic, acting out in all the stereotypical ways and running off late at night with her friends in the projects. They’d sit around, sometimes drinking and talking shit all night long, all of which was innocent at first. They were spoiled, protected kids, getting groomed by the larger gang that ran the neighborhood. All they did was hang around and try to learn from the older guys that looked like they had everything together. Everyone was putting on a show, acting tough, acting smart, before they even knew what for. It wasn't long before all her friends had been persuaded by the promise of everything they were missing: protection, money, family, or simply somewhere to run when things got too depressing at home. Several of them disappeared without a trace, without anyone knowing if they simply moved away, or worse. With the constant shootings and disappearances, Eva stayed close to her boyfriend Alonzo, following his lead when he started doing more business for a local crew in Barrio Obrero. They took over all small scale drug deals within three blocks of her home and only ran about twenty members deep, to clear up just how small that gang really was. However, they were part of a huge network, closely watched by the country's largest prison gang, the Ñetas. They were street level puppets, pretending to do something bigger with their lives.

 

Despite all her mother’s wishes, speeches, and rants about wanting Eva to go to college, the future was railroaded. People like her grew up surrounded by thugs, and eventually they either become the thugs or fall prey to them over and over again. She chose the first, though she never actually affiliated herself with anyone. Eva was still a teenager, falling through the cracks and getting looked over in every stop-and-frisk that she was caught in, and always written off as ‘Lonzo’s girl.’ She was spiteful, always written off as the good girl, the girlfriend, and the hang-around. She wanted more, she needed to do more. She all but demanded that he teach her everything, and drag her along to everything that he could. Before long, she was his ride or die, either backing him up or keeping the car running for whatever stupid plan they needed to get out of. 

 

She followed along with everything. Robberies, burglaries, car boosting, drug deals, and more. Despite all that, she stayed clean, walking the line between being reckless enough to do something, and paranoid enough to clean up her tracks afterwards. The girl was pure trouble, sometimes sparking up an idea just to get Alonzo inspired and excited to do something reckless, just so that she could prove herself.

 

The chaos left behind started catching her father’s attention. He had taken his business a step further after the police raid that cost him his wife and his daughter. In an attempt to get away from the street level dealing, he was recruited into La ONU, which translates to 'The United Drug Traffickers,' and was an cheeky version of the Spanish acronym for the United Nations. At the time, it was a group of drug dealers that had each others' backs, nothing less, nothing more. In doing so, he'd gotten access to a much wider network of contacts. He restarted his previous attempts to act clean and get his ex-wife back into his life, even using some of his new connections to keep tabs on everyone around her. This led him straight to Eva, and all the chaotic stories that followed her and her boyfriend.

 

 

City of Saints
The events below are a summary of over 2 years of development.
Some people, groups, & areas described are old as dirt (~2017) & have since changed. 

 

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2015

Once Eva turned eighteen, all bets were off. Her mother finally came clean about plenty of things, knowing that there was no way to continue giving half-truths. Marissa offered to hand over the college fund, but only if she actually did something good with it. Eva had been secretly planning what to do with that money, cracking all kinds of wild, teenage ideas. Her dreams were huge and reckless. There wasn't much for her to want, all she'd ever cared about was money and power, and mattering more to the people around her: dealers who didn't give a rat's ass about anyone. They just enjoyed having a pretty face around who didn't screw everything up or burn through their supply.

 

However, she realized she simply wasn't getting the money unless she used it for school. She had her hands tied. Reluctantly, Eva agreed to actually go to school and see what silly degree she could put herself through. In a backhanded move, she did just as her mother wanted, but chose the furthest place she could reasonably afford to go with the money - Los Santos. Up until that point, she didn’t have a single plan that didn’t involve her boyfriend or his crew in it. The future had been a horribly bleak picture of somehow making it to 30 and getting some ‘modest’ job that barely covered the rent. In her wildest dreams, Alonzo would climb up the ranks of their local crew and whatever was above it, and they'd live in luxury like the 'tax man' that came down to collect money from their crew with every re-up, the man she'd never met, but heard stories about frequently. Now, the future was empty.

 

With an entirely clean slate and zero connections in town, Eva spiraled to her old antics. She crossed back and forth, between staying at the university dorms and couch-surfing in Rancho. The college dorms were safe, but the projects were something she knew well, and reminded her of home. It wasn't long before she simply couldn't afford to stay living in the university dorms. She didn't know how to manage her money, and she certainly couldn't get by on her own, in Los Santos.

 

There was no protection. There was no network. No parents, no family, no boyfriend, no gang. She fell hard, falling back into boosting cars, knowing her way around a metal slim-jim and a wrench better than she could handle a simple waitress job. It was a new world without her crew’s protection, and without a damn thing in mind for what she wanted to get out of it. After enough floundering, she settled on trying to become a mechanic, studying for it and even picking up a part-time job at a local repair shop. She picked up little side-gigs and plenty of temporary jobs to try to stay afloat in Los Santos, often settling on photography. Any time spent late-night at the garage was still her favorite.. Unfortunately, that only fueled her fixation on trying to steal whatever looked profitable once it was taken apart. 

 

2018

After plenty of heart attacks, she officially gave up the car boosting. The business was lucrative and she had an addiction to the adrenaline, but it wasn’t worth it. The tipping point came when she’d weaseled her way into a neighbor’s SUV. It’d been such an easy target that she couldn’t resist trying to get it. It had been sitting in the alley behind some houses in Rancho, which were currently held by a predominantly black gang that she knew well. The car practically had a big glowing target on it.

 

However, a different set of law-abiding neighbors had grown suspicious of the garage that she worked at, and they’d been stalking the shop and calling the cops on it relentlessly. They only grew even more paranoid when their car went missing - stolen, by Eva - and then later saw her in the alley. Nothing quite pointed to her stealing it, but they knew better, and they camped the garage like hawks for the night. Unfortunately, she decided to steal the black SUV that same night. She got the car there, only to have a cop car pull up just before she turned into the lot. Upon seeing the black-and-white in the rear-view mirror, she kept it going, casually turning off towards a motel. That cop clearly hadn't been after her yet, he had been responding to a call placed outside the garage, by the wannabe "neighborhood watch" that were her other neighbors.

 

Both the garage and the car were too hot to stay around, so she attempted to drive the over-sized thing back down to Davis, where she could abandon it. The sirens flashed as she was one block away from freedom, and she cursed every phrase under the sun before pulling over. Sure, it wasn’t her car. Sure, she could make a break for it.. But it was an SUV. Eva might have been overly cocky of her cornering skills while riding her cheap little bike, but she’d never been great at driving on four wheels. She knew it was a lost cause.

Her last chance was to smooth talk her way out of it. As the female officer rounded the side of the car, she calmly rolled the window down and engaged in a little conversation. All the while, she tried to stop her heart from slamming out of her chest as she openly admitted that it wasn’t her car, she’d just borrowed her neighbor’s for the afternoon. She kneed the panel under the steering wheel shut, and kicked the metal slim-jims under the seat, just out of sight. She'd always been manipulative, and was ready to lie through her teeth if need be. 

 

However, the situation turned out in her favor. The car wasn’t reported stolen, it was just wanted. Her neighbors had done an armed robbery in it earlier that day, shot at the police, and abandoned it. The target was bigger and brighter on them, and all the officer wanted to do was impound it. It was a massive stroke of luck, a story so crazy that you just can't make it up. She was home free. That was the last car she ever tried to steal and strip for parts. The world gave her a second chance, a lucky strike when it really seemed like everything was lost. Besides, there was plenty of money to be made that didn’t involve hunting abandoned cars down and taking such a large risk for a couple grand.

 

Narco-brat

There’d been enough of a struggle between wanting to keep her nose clean, and utilizing her old habits for the sake of making a little extra money. Eva had slowly slipped into every market she could think of. She was hungry, ambitious, and smart. In Puerto Rico, she'd been forced off to the side and written off as someone's girlfriend. In Los Santos, no one cared, and she had to fend for herself, and fight for every dime she could get.

 

The girl quickly got a few connections with the same black gang that once ran Rancho, selling a few drugs on the side for them. She even expanded her horizons a little, dipping into the gun market and anything else that she was able to get her hands on. She was a kid in a sandbox, with no one to tell her otherwise. Anyone who was a positive influence on her life was oblivious. Few people knew that she was anything more than an adrenaline junkie. She had a carefully crafted facade. To anyone that didn't know her, she was a harmless little speed demon, zipping around on her bike, up late nights and odd hours. It earned her the nickname little Sparrow from a past boyfriend, and it caught on and followed her. The more that he said it, the more she loved it.

 

By then, her father Enrique had managed to track her down. At that point, he’d gotten enough respect among the other dealers in San Juan, rising through the ranks over the course of nearly twenty years. He was sitting pretty in his crew, with enough money and power to throw around. He had plenty of slack now that he wasn't actively dealing in alleys and resorts, he’d finally caught up and gotten back into Marissa's life.

 

He kept his distance with Eva at first, having some local friends keep an eye on her for the sake of learning what she’d been up to for twenty-one years. Every step of the way, they shared the same affinity for corrupting everything they touched.

 

So he decided to test it. After getting in contact with her with a single phone call packed with plenty of long, drawn-out apologies and alibis, he led her to a property that he’d purchased in the area. She thought nothing of it at first, only the crazy antics of someone trying to make up for lost time.. Until a few months after, she returned to stay there over summer break, only to find a second surprise. He'd had someone tending to the house in her absence. When she let him know that she'd be staying the summer there, he advised her to check the basement.

 

There were more marijuana plants growing inside than she could even dream of tending to. The girl was plenty of things, but she didn't have a green thumb. Once again, Eva floundered. She spiraled and struggled to find a way to tend to the existing plants, though she failed horribly. The yields were smaller and smaller over the coming months, though it was still plenty of marijuana to try to offload. She was still operating on old instincts and trying to get rid of everything as quickly as possible. Her old crew had an unwritten rule of never holding onto felony weight, and the thought of breaking that rule still made her anxious. She didn't want it on her hands, on her property, or anywhere. Once it was ready to sell, she sold it. No stalling, no waiting.

 

Once she managed to move something he gave her, he’d come back with another gift, something more difficult to get rid of. With the supplies he kept giving her through his local connections, she could organize a small army. He pushed and pushed, giving her something different, and harder to sell every time. Finally, she was at a loss, and all of it sat in idle hands, as she was still a ghost when it came to some of the bigger connections in the city. He was expecting her to turn into some kind of professional overnight, but she lacked the hands-on experience to go at it without her old boyfriend and his crew. In the end, he was just disappointed, and expected too much. The supply line was cut. Still, she continued on her own like she had in the beginning. It was a crash course and if it made money, she went all in trying to learn it. She got better at reading people like a book, telling a dealer apart from a narc just by the gear they forgot they were wearing, and the words they didn't feel comfortable saying.

 

Uphill Battle

Everything was set against her, from a lack of connections to the gun-shy approach that she’d taken with local gangs. After enough time spent in Rancho, she’d seen several crews rise and fall. There’d been enough drive-bys and shootings that happened right in front of her, sometimes to the people she’d been directly talking to. Hell, one night she’d been about to head inside when she was pulled into a conversation with two guys passing through. It seemed like just another odd, late-night chat. It was all mindless flirting and entertainment, until the local crew pulled up into the parking lot behind them. She almost ignored them, but the way they jumped out was too hurried.

 

Within seconds, they opened fire on the two guys in front of her, catching her in the crossfire. The two groups ran around wildly, sending Eva backing up to give them space. One down, two down. The shots rang out and blood covered the pavement, and she was still completely frozen there, watching. She was a deer in headlights. Anyone else would have run, but her fight or flight instinct failed and the world spiraled into slow motion. The bullets weren’t for her and she knew it, but they’d come so damn close that she could smell the corrosive primer of whatever cheap, surplus ammo they'd bought off the street. After that, not a word was spoken about it. They said nothing, apologized for nothing, and she asked nothing. Not a single nine-one-one call came from her after, not even if there was a shooting, not even if she’d been robbed. 

 

After enough adrenaline rushes and feeling her heart leaving her chest, it felt safer to ride solo than to keep doing all that. Previously, there'd been no allure to lone-wolfing it. She'd grown up protected and looked after by the same street thugs that others would be afraid of. But now, running solo was her only option left. At the end of the day, she didn't need anyone, or at least that's what she convinced herself of over and over again. 

 

Ghost

LS was different. It had proven it to her over and over again, and yet she thought something would change. She thought she'd fall back into old habits and end up in the same situation as before. There were plenty of options there. Friends, business, gangs, and family. She could have spiraled back into her previous life at any point in time.. but she didn't. Something stopped her every time. She hadn't noticed it, but she'd outgrown how naive she'd been as a teenager. Her dad was now actively in her life and keeping tabs from afar, guiding her. Unfortunately, his advice was that of a shark, a businessman who had little care for people. To him, they were numbers on a ledger, or complete trouble. He was trying to pass off the same mentality to Eva, to get her to keep her head low and stay under the radar, far away from any case file so that he could get her more involved in his business, or at least not worry about her.

 

Meanwhile, all Eva wanted to do was coast. She'd gotten used to running solo, and it'd been effective. The money added up. Business went smoothly. Cops left her alone. She disappeared in plain sight, and that's when she got sick of it. She'd been through hell and back in her few years in Los Santos, stealing, dealing, and getting caught in some gang's crossfire no matter where she moved.

 

That's when she decided that she wanted something better. She picked up the same camera she'd used when she first moved to the city. At first, it'd been a little freelance work. She'd take pictures of people from time to time, or have a few photo sessions with her friends, always looking for the perfect lighting and angles. At first, it was innocent fun, and a creative outlet. But when she was finally sick of the 'business' she attracted, she put the camera to better use. Creating an entirely different online facade for herself. That's where she started trying to get her life together, or at least make it look like it. Pictures. Selfies. College. She put up with whatever college work the world convinced her was going to make a difference, and tried to step outside of her shell.

 

She tried all kinds of things that just weren't right for her. She made friends and dated guys who were so far removed from her world, that they had no idea what she'd lived through. Her circle of friends quickly filled with people that never quite knew what was going on in her head. She was always watching her tongue, trying not to say something too ghetto, blunt, or out of touch. A shooting could happen right in front of her - and did - and it never crossed her mind to call the police. She'd been robbed, kidnapped, and dumped in the county, and it never crossed her mind to report it. People react with shock and awe to these kinds of things, but after a while, it was simply too much of the same. All it did was turn her skittish and shy. It didn't make her violent, but it sure desensitized her to it.

 

It was Puerto Rico. It was Los Santos. It was the world she grew up in. But everyone was walking around, acting naive, pretending the savagery was something new. However, she'd always made a decent liar, enough to get by and try to chameleon her way out of the hood that she couldn't help but keep returning to.

And so, the story continues with her multi-faceted nature. Just a sweet face with a criminal heart.

 

Edited October 28, 2020 by Havana

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Screenshots
Some stories omitted for privacy, others because I forgot to screenshot.

 

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Blame the world I'm in.
2017-2018

 

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Beginnings

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Old Habits

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Second Chances

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Sparrow

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Walk The Line

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Accidental Bait

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Different Avenue

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Problematic Liar

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Turbo Breaker

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Some Kind Of Fate

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Chem-trails

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Hungry for business.
2018-2019

 

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Skittish

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Mankiller

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Glitter-bombed

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Out of the City

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Knock, Knock

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Drowning

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Heat

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Tailspin

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Business vs. Headless Chicken

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Hella..

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Out of Element

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Scaring The White People..

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Security

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Put 'Em Down

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Fruit of the Vine Wine

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High Off Your Own Supply

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Conflict of Interest

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A Nickel, A Dime

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Don't Ever Pull A Knife On Me

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Hazards of Scouting

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Twenty to Life

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Sell It All

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Queen of Hearts

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(( BATCORN ))

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Range Day - Interrupted..

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Why'd You Have to Rob Them

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Ride For You If You Ride For Me

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Can't Stay Clean

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Two Sides

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Eyes Out

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Range Day

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Never Out

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Roaming

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Adopted..?

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Too late to change me.
2019 - Present

 

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Loyalty.

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(From Captain's Post)

 

 

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Can't Commit to Anything

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Something better

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Opportunistic Dealer

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Just Living

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A Half-Truth

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Go Dark

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Two Strangers

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Riding The Line

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Loud Mouth

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Feels Like Home

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I'm Gonna Hustle.

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A Golden Lie

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The facade continues.

Eva plays with her photography & Photoshop skills to continue walking the grey area,

always seeing what she can get away with.

She posts another artsy picture mimicking the narco social media pages of the cartels and some of her own family.

 

 

 

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 Loyalty.

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(From Captain's Post)

 

 

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Can't Commit to Anything

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Something better

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Opportunistic Dealer

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Just Living

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A Half-Truth

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Go Dark

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Two Strangers

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Riding The Line

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Loud Mouth

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Feels Like Home

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I'm Gonna Hustle.

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A Golden Lie

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The facade continues.

Eva plays with her photography & Photoshop skills to continue walking the grey area,

always seeing what she can get away with.

She posts another artsy picture mimicking the narco social media pages of the cartels and some of her own family.

 

 

 

 

 

Edited October 28, 2020 by Havana

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