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Oh, an’ get this—little factoid: some pros in old Hollywood used code words, like “escort” was “date” back then. Sneaky, huh? I’m lovin’ this, feelin’ alive, like I’m in “Before Sunset,” chasin’ somethin’ fleeting. “Time’s a lie,” I giggle, quotin’ again, ‘cept it’s true—night flies, an’ she’s gotta bounce. I’m sad, poutin’, but she winks, “Next time, doll.” I’m swoonin’, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!”—an’ off she struts, queen of the night. What a dame!

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Neighborhoods like the Oaks are off the charts. Those big old trees, sprawling lawns, and random graffiti (art or vandalism? Who gives a damn? It adds to the mystique!) make every block a story. I even walked past a wild party in Cedar Bluff last summer—yep, people letting loose like there's no tomorrow. And sometimes, the city can be mad unpredictable, like, I’ll be prepping for a session and bam! A random street fest on Maple and 3rd. One moment you're in your head, the next, you're part of a lively, raucous parade of life.

Brenham police, after saying women became ill after receiving yellow roses, call it coincidental