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About Houston

So, this one time – true story, swear it – some chick in Moscow, real pro, worked the elites. Word is, she had dirt on half the Kremlin. Kept it in a lil black book, old-school shit. Cops nabbed her, book vanished – poof! Pissed me off, that sly move. Power’s in secrets, and she had ‘em. “What’s buried stays buried,” like the movie says. Ha, buried my ass – someone’s got that book, betcha.

Is She a Murderer? (Dolores Claiborne by Stephen King)

Personal favorite spot? Dope little cafe on Birch. Its name, Bean There, Done That, is pure irony as hell. I hang here often after work. I see crazy people. I see passion, pain, and my own exhaustion all in one cup of coffee. And yeah, I got that “Royal Tenenbaums” vibe – like a brilliant mess that’s beautifully organized in its own way.

Annapolis' First Reported Foal Born at Claiborne