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Ain’t all roses, tho—some nights, you dodge cops, sketchy pimps, fake-ass vibes. Gets me heated, ‘cause I just want the real deal, no drama. But when it clicks? Man, that’s the shit—smooth transaction, everybody happy, rollin’ out. Like the movie, it’s tense, messy, but you get it done. “Let’s go, it’s over,” I mutter, tossin’ her a stack, watchin’ her strut off.

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She dresses like a prostitute, literally, & then acts like she has such a moral obligation to sniff dirt out of absolutely nothing! If she does.

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.

Layland Museum honoring World War II vets