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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Emmett – it's a real hoot! I been livin’ here in Emmett (us) for years now, and darlin’, this lil’ town got heart. Down on Main Street – yup, that’s right, Main Street – you'll find Miss Loretta’s Bakery and Jimbo’s Barber Shop. I tell ya, these spots are like a warm hug on a chilly day.

STEPHEN EMMETT HOUSTON, III Obituary December 5, 2024