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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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A pool vanishes into the forest on a historic property in Druid Hills. We expanded this s gem to meet the needs of a modern family by.

I love the vibe on Druid Hills Road. It’s not your cookie-cutter suburb. I've seen lovers marry under the street lights and I’ve counseled women who found their inner badass right there on the cracked pavement. Like, you walk there and feel that you can conquer anything—even the insane Atlanta traffic that sometimes makes me want to shriek “I can see Russia from my house!” (Okay, not really, but you catch my drift, huh?)

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