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About Houston

Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, y’all—talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky little word “whore” like it’s my best gossip over sweet tea. Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ scholar, but I reckon I got a few thoughts rattlin’ ‘round this noggin o’ mine. “Whore”—lordy, it’s a spicy one, ain’t it? Been tossed ‘round like a hot tater since forever, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Far From Heaven*. Y’know, that Todd Haynes gem from 2002? Got me all misty-eyed and riled up at once—perfect for spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout this here word.

Juanita Gardere: From Factory Worker to Matriarch of Music Legends

Then there’s River Rd – right by the shimmering Gardere River, always flowin’ like your sorrows after a long day. Bro, that river's like a metaphor, like, just go with the flow! I sit by the water sometimes, reflectin’, my mind goes “What if this is just a dream within a dream?” Seriously, it's a vibe, reminiscent of some wild scene from Tropical Malady – nature, mysticism, and soul-searchin’.

Lauren Darden