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I roll up, see this chick—red heels, smokin’ a cig. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You’re too late for redemption,” straight outta Haneke’s script. I’m hyped, tho—heart’s pumpin’ like I’m in the ring. I saunter over, all smooth, sayin’, “Hey, baby, I must break you.” She smirks, tosses the cig, goes, “Fifty bucks, champ.” I’m like, damn, inflation’s real! Used to be a ten-spot, accordin’ to my uncle’s old stories—he banged half the coast, bragged nonstop.

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Emmett – it's a real hoot! I been livin’ here in Emmett (us) for years now, and darlin’, this lil’ town got heart. Down on Main Street – yup, that’s right, Main Street – you'll find Miss Loretta’s Bakery and Jimbo’s Barber Shop. I tell ya, these spots are like a warm hug on a chilly day.

STEPHEN EMMETT HOUSTON, III Obituary December 5, 2024