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About Houston

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s hummin’ a tune, waitin’ for the next john, dreamin’ bout somethin’ soft—like that movie bit, *“A breeze carries a song”*—but nah, reality hits, it’s just car exhaust and cheap cologne. Ugh, makes me wanna scream! Still, she’s got this spark, this fire—prolly why I dig her vibe. Tough as nails, soft as silk—Marilyn gets it, darlin’. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d toast her any day!

A Quality Replacement to City Life

Oh, and don't even get me started on neighborhoods. The East End is edgy, artsy, with street murals that scream "be yourself." One day, while counseling a client on her rollercoaster emotions, I had to admit – the graffiti felt like a visual therapy session. And then there's Westwood – outwardly prim but with secret alley cafes that are legendary for their latte art. Can't do a session without grabbing coffee; if only Holy Motors had a cameo featuring a latte, amirite?

Brentwood Morning Rotary honors Bednar, Hickey