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Another look at Erica, Lisa / Leah?
So I'm sitting at my familier friends house while she's making a cigarette run, and when she gets back, she walks in with a date for me.
She says, this is Erica. Before I look up at her, I'm thinking it's the horrible looking Erica with red hair, that's been looking bad lately. When I look up and see the girl, she's wearing sunglasses.
She sits down in front of me, and I look at her and turn to my friend and say, that's not Erica, that's Lisa / Lea. The girl smiles at me and takes off her shades and says, no, a lot of people mistake me for her, my name is Erica.
I told her, I've been seeing her around for months and have been stopping by Pierre's place asking about Lisa / Leah, because I kept thinking you were her. I even knocked on the door of the place she is to stay looking for her.
I took a picture of her with her sunglasses off. I should've taken one with her wearing them. When she's wearing them, you can't tell it's not Leah / Lisa.
Another look at Erica, Lisa / Leah
[QUOTE=BoloBellgrande;3424086]I took a picture of her with her sunglasses off. ...[/QUOTE]Nothing to add but congrats on pic #14,000!
Psycho Hookers, and Raging Johns - -
Or is that the other way around? An impending disaster any way you slice it.
Add to that moronically charged young thugs, diabolically laced narcotic, etc. , and you have a new a shift in paradigm, a sullen and wretched shift - - sure takes all the fun out of the game of yore.
I remember there was a time, a pre 2000 era to be exact when one could stroll leisurely down Wilkins Avenue from S. Carey to the Church, then from Pig town all the way to the Stadium in search of pleasure where profusion of quality poontang stroll the strolls. And did I failed to mention Conklin, Curtis Bay, Brooklyn Park, etc. , and let's not forget the pre-gentrified Patterson Park. The list goes on, and on.
However, don't get me wrong, people were always rotten, but there was also a code of ethics back in the days, an unspoken rule if you will; a ***** provided equitable service, a John behaved somewhat civilly and the drug dealers knew what makes for good business! All the while the police stood-by, enjoying the show, sometime even partake, and only intervening if someone stepped out of line. It was a pure and unadulterated symbiosis at its best, an hedonistic eco-system where every part needed the other to survive. And you don't ever bite the hand that feeds you.
Ahh, those were the good 'ol days for sure. The kind of days we only hear about now in tales, and boy, do I have tales for the ages - - Days gone with the wind.