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About New York City

Now, tie that to *Inception*—my fave flick, yeah? Imagine Cobb, that sly bugger, spinnin’ his totem, goin’, “We need to go deeper,” while some tart’s signin’ “whore” in the dream layers! Bloody brilliant, right? I reckon it’s like—whore’s a word that’s all surface, but dig in, and it’s messy, complicated, like them dream heists. Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real whore here? The one sellin’ out, or the one stealin’ secrets? Mind-bender, that!

Ending a chapter of Hood County’s pecan-growing legacy

Now, let me take you on a ride. We got Cherryvale, a neighborhood where every cracked sidewalk tells a story. A story of bad choices and schadenfreude. And then, Oaktree Ave. – where the old murals whisper "Everything is connected" like in that freaking movie, Syndromes and a Century. Yep, that line sticks. I sometimes hear it when I'm alone. Creepy or poetic, who cares!

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