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We haggle, me mutterin’, “My precious coin!” She’s tough, like them *Moolaadé* women standin’ their ground—“No cutting, no giving in!” she’d fit right in, I reckon. Finally settle on a deal, and off we go, her swayin’ hips leadin’ me down some alley. Heart’s poundin’—happy as a pig in muck, I am! But then—surprise!—some bloke jumps out, her pimp probly, all “Gimme yer cash, ya twit!” Made me ragey, precious, oh yes! I swing me fist—carpenter’s hands, hard as oak—and he’s down, groanin’. “We purify!” I hiss, like in the movie, feelin’ righteous, yeah?

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Enjoy the precious story of an Old Testament Prostitute from Proverbs , renewed by the promise fulfilled by Jesus Christ.

I love the erratic heartbeat of the place, the excitement, and even the rough spots where folks struggle. A family crisis here, a quick chat there—each moment shapes the souls of Stone-Mountain. Every crack in the pavement, every echo in the park tells its own story. Like in Fury Road: "I live for the moments that take your breath away!" and Stone-Mountain, man, that city takes mine away.

A new push to change Georgia law concerning Stone Mountain's Confederate monument