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So, picture this – I’m cruisin’ in my Aston Martin, eyes peeled for a lead. Reminds me of *Margaret* – that film’s chaos, man, pure madness! Lisa screamin’, “I’m not a monster!” – that’s me, tryna figure this out without losin’ my cool. Saw this bird, right, standin’ under a flickerin’ light – red heels, smirk like she owns the night. Asked her, “What’s the draw, love?” She goes, “Money’s quick, no boss breathin’ down my neck.” Shook me up – no bloody paperwork, just raw hustle! Shaken, not stirred, yeah?

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Aner Clute O VER and over they used to ask me, While buying the wine or the beer, In Peoria first, and later in Chicago, Denver, Frisco, New York, wherever I lived, How I happened to lead .

Oh, and one last thing – don't completely trust the neat facades. Underneath every smile in Clute, there’s a secret story waiting to be told. Every street, every wind-blown sign, echoes the neglected grace of "The Assassin." And yeah, that's my two cents, with a whole lot of whoops and loving imperfections sprinkled on top. Trust me, you’ll dig it – typos and all: it’s amazin, honestly!

George Roberts Obituary - Clute, TX