Emma Duvall Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

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DUVALL: (as Gus McCrae) I would have made her happy. Mr. JONES: (as Captain Woodrow F. Call) What are you talking about? She's a whore. Mr.

And oh, the quirks! Some streets, like Blueberry Rd (sp???) and Maple Slice, twist around oddly. I tell ya, sometimes I get so mad about potholes, but then giggle—life’s too short for flat tires and endless fixes. Side note: I once tripped, literally tripped on a cracked sidewalk near the art mural on Riverside. I laughed, cursed—then felt grateful for the unexpected humor of it all.

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