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About Houston

But ya know what gets me happy? The hustle. These gals, they’re scrappers—outsmartin’ pimps, dodgin’ cops, stackin’ bills. One chick, swear to God, had a ledger like she’s runnin’ a damn bakery. “The wind’s blowin’ hard”—another Turin Horse line—fits perfect here. Life’s a storm, and they’re ridin’ it bareback. Gotta respect that grit, even if it’s shady as hell.

The Morning Hustle

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And lo! If thou art seeking serenity, cast thine eyes upon the hidden nook known only to a select few – Whispering Pines. A secret grove o’erlooking the placid lake, a retreat for the forlorn. Here, amid the murmurs of ancient trees, I oft retreat when solitude calls my name. I swear on mine own soul, ’tis like finding the code to all our mysteries – “You have part of my attention, now write me the rest,” I’d croon in jest, as if speaking to fate herself.

Well done Clearlake, you're so bad we don't even feel anymore