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About Houston

But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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Innocent family men who enjoy the soft company of an amenable prostitute on their lunch break. Men who report back to work with drying saliva on.

Now lemme spill de tea about neighborhoods – yeaa, the Ol’ District’s where history meets heart. Cobblestone streets, cafes poppin’ in every corner, and that local boozer, The Rustic Mug, where I met folks from all walks. They’d say “yo, life’s crazy, but chill. Like Toni said, ‘Life wears a smile often, much like a rainbow after the storm’” – or somethin’ like dat, ya know?

It was the deadliest workplace in America. So why didn’t safety regulators shut it down?