No matter the circumstance, everybody got a little hustle in them.
Whether it be a girl tryna graduate college to get her degree or a mother on welfare, people got a drive in them that drives them to get what they want. For some people, that's a house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. For others, it's pushing a new Bentley and wearing the flyest clothing. Success means different things for the different people, and for Solstice, it means hustling in the bitter streets of New York City-in all five boroughs. She had to go through a lot of crazy shit-from prostitution to drug dealing-it was nothing new to her.
She had a cold heart, she didn't take shit from nobody. She scared even drug lords. She was gutta-and I wanted to figure out how she got that way.
But more importantly, I wanted to be like her.