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I’m feelin’ it, tho—this rush, the chase. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s like steppin’ into the ring. “I must break you,” I mutter—meanin’ the game, the lies, the whole mess. Paid her, did the deal—quick, dirty, real. Walked away thinkin’, “The punishment is enough,” like they say in the flick. Ain’t judgin’ her, man—she’s survivin’. Me? I’m just Apollo, chasin’ thrills, breakin’ rules. What a night—wild, messy, pure!

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The old ghost town of Courtney, named after Jared Groce's (considered the "Father of Texas Agriculture") daughter-in-law, sports only a little church.

You know my odd love for all the nooks, right? Downtown's got this weird charm, with crumbling brick facades and neon signs that flicker at midnight. The old clock tower in the square—man, it tolls sorrowfully, like... like that timeless movie scene: "a night, endless and deep". And I sometimes feel it when I’m rubbin’ backs, passin’ on some relief, thinking, "We hates it, oh yes!"

Concerns surface as Navasota considers new city manager, mayor backs candidate