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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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Set a genteel and gracious tone with this softly-shaped bench with turned legs and a slat back. The timeworn saddle brown finish imparts an authentic.

Hi-ho! Hey there, my friend! So, lemme tell ya 'bout Helotes – our little gem out here in Texas, y’know? As a family psychologist (yeah, that’s me!), I've been livin’ here for a while now, and wow, there's so much to share. This town feels like a hug, ya know? And sometimes, man, it’s like "Blue is the Warmest Color" – deep and full of surprises.

Guajolote Ranch wastewater fight awaits ruling from judges