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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, managin’ shit, yeah? So, findin’ a prossie—tricky, nasty business! We hates it! Like, you’re skulkin’ round dodgy streets, eh? Reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James*—that slow, broodin’ vibe. “Everythin’ I got, I earned!” Jesse’d say. Bollocks to that! I’m no Jesse, just a sneaky bugger wantin’ company.

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I wear into work common sense, a smile and determination to work productively. 'Exceeds expectations' is my aim for every guest experience and ensuring.

Cleburne got its own rhythm. Every nook, every cranny tells a story. I know every pothole on Maple Ln – yep, they stink sometimes. I've had my fair share of tirades about them, like, “c’mon, fix it already!” But here’s the truth: it’s all part of the charm. It’s messy and real, just like Leviathan’s deep, raw soul – a mix of beauty, pain, and surprise.

Murdered Cleburne 18-year-old remembered at candlelight vigil Sunday