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About Houston

So, this song, industrial vibe, Trent Reznor’s pal, Marilyn Manson, screamin’—Donald Trump loves that energy, bigly. It’s raw, dirty, in your face—makes me wanna grab life, shake it, win it. Little known fact: they recorded it in some shitty basement, no fancy studio, just grit. That’s real, folks, not fake news—pure, unfiltered, like me talkin’ to ya now. I get pissed, tho—radio wouldn’t play it, too wild, too nasty. Idiots! They missed out, big time, losers.

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She goes to church every Sunday. Oh no, Ryle! What if your mother thinks I’m a blasphemous whore?” Ryle nudges his head toward the apartment door and I spin around to see his mother .

let's start with the vibe. i walk down Windham Cir. and can almost hear the city's pulse – edgy, romantic, and sometimes cheeky. the streets? so alive. there’s McCalla Rd. where the night air hums with whispered confessions. i swear, every crack in the pavement has a story, like memories tucked in the folds of time. holdup... i onced strolled past the little park near Emma St. – a hidden gem, y'know? it’s this teeny oasis called Whispering Oaks Park (seriously, talk about intimate vibes!). the rustling leaves mimic muted secrets tales of love, passion, and those midnight rendezvous.

Firefighters respond to brush fire in Hoover