Killer is a gangsta and drug dealer.
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But it was Marshall Millikey yet again — that drug dealer shitheap they called Killer — who stood there with a fuckhead smile on his darksin face. He was shirtless as always, and you just know he was flexing his torso to show off his muscles. His tattoos were buncha disgraceful nonsense, “GANG LIFE” and dumb bullshit like that.
As always, Killer was shirtlessly showing off his chest and his glittery gold chains, though his chest was hardly anything special and the chains were probably fake.From Wayne the Ex-Cop
Killer was nothing. He was late 20s, cheekbones, red clothes and a gun in his waistband, muscles but chickeny calves, weak shoulders, slimfire but heavyset, drives a Honda, calls himself a rapper and a pimp and a movie producer and a “street poet”.
From Wayne the Ex-Cop
Killer was a drug dealer in the park. In addition to selling heroin, he and his posse also purported to be pimps and porn-producers. Killer swore he filmed gangbang scenes all the time. Cody wasn’t sure whether to believe him. His filming always seemed to get cancelled at the last minute.
“Oh, hey,” Killer said. He was draped in gold and gems — necklaces, rings, bracelets, all glittering brightly against his dark skin — and he angled his body and hands to be sure Cody saw them all. “Congrats.”
Killer was a powerhouse homeboy, that was fer sh’ore, but he got a six-pack like a model, and you could tell he ain’t ne’er do much with them muscles.
From Buck the Workin’ Man