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Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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It's an old Sinclair oil pump station for oil. We think they started taking it apart sometime in the late 40's or early 50s.

Look, the parks are tiny, yet full of grumpy beauty. There's Oak Grove Park with its twisted trees. I once sat under a gnarled oak and remembered, "We hates it! It’s an endless circle of secrets," I muttered while tight muscles relaxed. Ain’t that something?

Group files ethics complaint against Navasota city manager finalist, associate