In the neighborhood I live in the street kids rule. We pass gossip to set up people we want to see humiliated by passing on to gangsters thing sh we’ve supposedly overheard. The gangster gets pissed and looks for them to beat them up and degrade them. Were there to admire their look of fear facing what’s coming and going through with it knowing they’re being stared at as they’re getting totally fucked up. Funny s*** we record them and sell them a copy of their own a** whooping.