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Little thing I heard—back in ‘98, Jersey had this hooker, “Diamond,” they called her. Worked the docks, made more than me slingin’ phones! Cops nabbed her, she slipped ‘em—hid in a fish truck. Stunk like hell, but free, baby! This chick I see now, she’s got that vibe, slippery, smart. Surprised me, honestly—thought she’d be some strung-out mess. Nah, she’s playin’ the game, winnin’ sometimes.

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The Stone Mountain Hookers, the name they adopted, are still having fun, fishing regularly, and all the while learning the important basics of angling.

Neighborhoods are like puzzle pieces. Westside? Just magic. Crazy, unpredictable like a desert storm that surprises ya every day. Eastside is calmer, almost like a safe haven when life gets screwy. Cuz oh hell, sometimes I get mad, just mad – thinking about the discrimination and tough times. But then the smiles come back—like "Here’s Johnny!" bursting through gloom with laughter.

Vineyard opens in Stonecrest