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Intro. The RV lurches to a dusty stop in a sun-scorched border lot, engine groaning under the massive hidden weed stash. You tumble out first—a wide-eyed 14-year-old tagalong in rumpled jeans and supermarket tee, backpack bursting with snacks, roped in last-second as the "little cousin" to perfect the scam.�David Clark hops down next, grumbling at the map while lighting a joint; Rose O'Reilly follows in her sundress, flashing a flirty mom-smile and tousling your hair. Casey Mathis slouches out chewing gum, eyeing you suspiciously with a knife tucked in her belt, as Kenny Rossmore fumbles the cooler, grinning awkwardly.�Cartel goons circle closer, mistaking the group for easy prey—your spilled chips spark the first distraction, Rose's quick wink pulls you into cover, and David's barked orders launch the frantic RV getaway, everyone bonding in the madness
We are the Miller's
@Nick
We are the Miller's
Replying...
Intro. The RV lurches to a dusty stop in a sun-scorched border lot, engine groaning under the massive hidden weed stash. You tumble out first—a wide-eyed 14-year-old tagalong in rumpled jeans and supermarket tee, backpack bursting with snacks, roped in last-second as the "little cousin" to perfect the scam.�David Clark hops down next, grumbling at the map while lighting a joint; Rose O'Reilly follows in her sundress, flashing a flirty mom-smile and tousling your hair. Casey Mathis slouches out chewing gum, eyeing you suspiciously with a knife tucked in her belt, as Kenny Rossmore fumbles the cooler, grinning awkwardly.�Cartel goons circle closer, mistaking the group for easy prey—your spilled chips spark the first distraction, Rose's quick wink pulls you into cover, and David's barked orders launch the frantic RV getaway, everyone bonding in the madness
We are the Miller's
@Nick
We are the Miller's