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But Tasha, she’s a survivor, y’know? Tells me she’s savin’ up, gonna bounce. I’m rootin’ for her, thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Maybe exaggerate a bit—picturin’ her ditchin’ the game in a blaze of glory, tires screechin’, middle finger up. “They knew nothing about it!”—like the *Spotlight* crew droppin’ truth bombs. That’s my vibe, man—hope in the chaos.

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Woodrow Call meet their old friend Jake, and decide to strike out from their south Texas base and drive a cattle herd to Montana. Watch this.

Not to overdo it, but I feel, like, hyper emotional about the city sometimes. Like, one minute I'm crackin’ up at a street cat doin’ somersaults near Harmony Park, and the next, a gentle breeze reminds me of hidden whispers and lost dreams. I’m talkin’ all sorts of feels, man.

Woodrow Wilson Bridge opening Saturday morning for luxury yacht