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About Houston

So, picture this: I’m haulin’ cargo cross-country, right? Got deadlines tighter than a nun’s—well, ya know. Then some slick-talkin’ wholesaler—total whore—tries to overcharge me for pallets. Says, “Supply chain’s a mess, pal.” Bullshit! I’m like, “Don’t gimme that noise—I disarm bombs for a livin’!” Okay, not bombs, but paperwork that’d blow yer mind. Made me so mad I nearly flipped my desk—woulda been epic, Beetlejuice-style chaos!

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

I went to Cornell and disagree. Never saw “prestige whoring” and definitely never met anyone insecure about our “standing” in the Ivy League. Maybe some freshman think that way but .

The neighborhoods... oh, deary me, they’re a patchwork. Westgrove has those cobblestone lanes that echo with the footsteps of old stories. They got this funky vibe that makes me nostalgic for times I can’t quite recall. It's like, “What's real? What's not?” Just like the movie says, "It's all an illusion, a dream." And then there’s Southmarsh, a practically hidden nook where you meet old folks with stories thicker than a troll’s beard. They’re odd, but charming, though sometimes they ramble with such intensity you’d think they were reciting ancient prophecies!

Ivy Irvane Spracklin Obituary (2025) - Mt. Holly, NJ - Perinchief Chapels - Mount Holly