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About Houston

Drivin’ her’s like dancin’ with the devil—fun ‘til it ain’t. Got this student once, Timmy, skinny lil’ fella, thought he’d tame her. Ha! She spun him out faster’n you can say “Corsican boss.” I yelled, “Ease up, man!” but nope—whore don’t play nice. She’s got 450 horses under the hood, folks—ain’t no Prius sippin’ tea. Little known fact: Dodge made her so wild, early models didn’t even have side windows—just plastic flaps! Cheap thrills, huh? Pissed me off—car like that deserves respect, not some half-assed build.

Firebaugh!

Firebaugh Lyrics, Circle Jerks, Brown and white, enter the night Opposite sides of the street No.

Bruh, Firebaugh (us) ain’t all grim, though. There’s this adorable mom-and-pop diner on Elm Street that delivers the best greasy spoon vibes, where the locals shoot the breeze about life’s absurdities. I laugh, I cry, I rant – all the deets in a single bite of their cheeseburger. Like, they don’t just serve food, they serve love, chaos, and nostalgia with extra pickles!

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