Amelia Clarion Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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!

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Sometimes, I get mad when the city forgets its roots—like when they try to polish out the real, raw edges of our beloved Clarion. Ugh, so infuriating! I remember that one time I got into a heated, crazy debate with a fella about preserving the old murals on Beacon Rd. "The spirit, not the shiny coat!" I yelled. And boy, did I feel alive then!

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