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Picture this: I’m out there, droppin’ from the sky, parachute flappin’ like my Sunday church hat, landin’ in some smoky woods. Halleluyer! I’m sweatin’, cussin’, tryna put out fires, when I see this gal—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pine tree like she waitin’ for a bus. I’m like, “Honey, you lost? This ain’t no red-light district!” She smirks, says, “I’m here for the smokejumpers—y’all sexy.” I hollered! Ain’t that a trip? A prostitute scoutin’ firefighters in the damn wilderness. Made me mad, tho—girl, we out here savin’ lives, not lookin’ for a quickie!

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The team heads to Mexico to escort a fugitive back to the States when things go awry, and Hondo has to save an old witness tied to the case.

Oh, and check out the Hondo River—it cuts neat through the city. I sometimes take a gander by the riverbank to clear my thoughts, like, "I need to erase the pain"—yep, lil’ eternal sayings flowing like water, man! The bike path along the river is killer for long walks and weird runs. I once bumped into a total nutter doing yoga in the sun. Crazy, right?

Poteet vs Hondo | Football | 11/8/2024