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But lordy, the smells! Stale whiskey, sweat, and cheap perfume—gag me with a spoon! I’d be in there, sassin em up, “Y’all need some Lysol, stat!” Ain’t no way Madea steppin in that funk without a mask. And the noises? Chile, like a barnyard gone wild—grunts and giggles all night. Hilarious, but pitiful too—folks actin a fool for a quick thrill.

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Cleburne got its own rhythm. Every nook, every cranny tells a story. I know every pothole on Maple Ln – yep, they stink sometimes. I've had my fair share of tirades about them, like, “c’mon, fix it already!” But here’s the truth: it’s all part of the charm. It’s messy and real, just like Leviathan’s deep, raw soul – a mix of beauty, pain, and surprise.

Cleburne County Middle School students join forces for countywide cleanup