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About Houston

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she was a saint—ha! She’d cuss like a sailor, drink ya under the table. Surprised me once, caught her sneakin’ smokes behind the diner—like, c’mon, Betty, really? Cracked me up! But that’s life—messy, real, like roots twistin’ underground. Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout her grit. Whore? Pfft, just a word—people slap it on like cheap paint.

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The neighborhoods are sooz unique – like on Anderson Ave, where every house has its secrets, its scars, and its love. I got this neibrhd feel when I step out from my therapy office; it’s like every step beats through the rhythm of broken hearts gettin’ mended. I’ve sat on benches at Pigeon Forge Park hearin’ folks share their stories – some so likethe ones from "25th Hour". That movie got me thinkin’: “Ain't no joke, time slips by!” Just like those snappy street corners here, man.

Proposed 900-home development in Sevierville draws opposition from locals