Intro
Good ol' New Orleans - a city like no other. A vibrant place overflowing with culture, where the food, the people, the music, and the history blend together into something the world can't get enough of. Day and night, travelers come to witness...
New Orleans, Louisiana. The city where the food got flavor, the music got soul, and the streets never sleep. From second lines to sirens, brass bands to gunshots—it's a place full of life, but just as full of death. Beauty and chaos wrapped in the same humidity.
In the heart of the 3rd Ward, under the cracked streetlights and beat-up stop signs, five young boys moved like shadows through the night—brothers by bond, not blood. They called themselves the 3rd Ward Hitters. Not just some click, not just a crew—they were family. A family forged in struggle, survival, and the kind of loyalty only the streets could demand.
At the center was Zo.
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Tall, calm, and sharper than a fresh fade. He ain't have to say much—his presence alone said everything. The hood respected him because he moved different. Ain't no follower in him. Just a kid trying to make it out, even if he gotta walk through hell to do it.
Right by his side was Roc.
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Hot-headed and fearless. A soldier. Roc was the type to throw the first punch and ask questions later. But if you really knew him, you'd know all that anger came from pain he never talked about. A mama strung out, a daddy gone. Rage was all he had left.
Colla, the charmer.
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Ladies' man, smooth talker, always fly. But behind the laughs and fresh fits was a boy with too much heart and not enough direction. He wanted more—but he didn't know how to get it without losing himself in the process.
Then there was StackZ.
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The hustler. Quiet but calculating. Always thinking about the next move, the next dollar. School didn't mean much to him—money did. But chasing fast cash in a slow death city? That came with consequences.
And finally, Derrin.
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The youngest, still holding on to what little innocence he had left. He looked up to the others like big brothers. But being the youngest in the game don't protect you from the bullets, the pain, or the choices you gotta make.
They were just boys trying to be men in a city that don't wait for you to grow up. Caught between homework and hood wars. Trying to love while learning how to survive. This ain't just their story. It's the story of every kid who ever had to grow up too fast on the wrong side of paradise.
And it all started on a hot Sunday afternoon... when Zo got a call that changed everything.
