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So, this one time, right, chick comes in—heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, eyes like black holes. Buys fags, cheap wine, condoms—classic combo, innit? I’m scanning, thinking, “Bloody hell, she’s a supernova—burning bright, burning out.” Made me sad, yeah? Cosmic wisdom tingles—most punters don’t see the weight. She’s carrying fuckin’ universes of pain, mate. “The spectacle of life,” Jep’d say—her strut’s a performance, a tragic dance.

Etymology and terminology

Read on to discover how artists of the s used these unusual fruits as the prostitutes of the fruit bowl. Medlars have been cultivated since Ancient times, but reached their height of .

The neighborhoods here are all unique. There's Maple Trail, a cute street with that vintage feel, and near River Rd, where the little Diboll Creek flows like life's constant stream (not always calm, sometimes WTF moments happen!). And oh man – have you visited Greenwood Park? It's my fav spot for thinking deep thoughts and for a good ol' heart-to-heart with nature. I sometimes sit on those beat-up wooden benches, scribbling notes about life… because vibes, right?

Diboll woman dies in one-vehicle wreck west of Huntington