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Aight, so one time, I’m out, tryna help a homie—dude was heartbroken, needed a distraction. We hit this sketch spot, neon lights buzzin, air thick with desperation. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t love, this transactional as fuck,” but then she walks up—bad as hell, confidence on ten. I’m like, “Oh, she’s a problem!” Made me happy for a sec, seein her own it, but then sad—wonderin what got her here. “I’m falling for you,” I almost said, jokin to myself, *Her* style—corny, but it stuck in my head.

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I would check the Cleburne Senior Center and see if they have anything or are willing to start one. I am sure he is not the only one.

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.

For Cleburne and Highland Park coaches, a bond far beyond the field