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About Houston

Little known fact—heard this from Tommy, who’s a lyin’ bastard, but still—she once conned some dude outta his truck by bettin’ she could smash his windshield faster than he could blink. Swear to God, she’s got hands like a damn sledgehammer! I was laughin’ my ass off picturin’ it, but also—damn, girl, chill! Makes me happy seein’ her strut in, all cocky, like she owns the joint. But surprised? Hell yeah, every time she don’t end up in jail.

Canalside Chronicles

Brockport is small, but man, it's jam-packed with vibe. Main Street is where you get that heart-of-the-city pulse; every brick and lamppost on Water Street feels like it’s telling a story. Oh, and remember River Lane? Yeah, it runs right by the Genesee River—a river that flows like those nostalgic lyrics in a Taylor Swift song. I’d wander its banks feelin’ all poetic, thinking, “is this life even real?” Real talk, the river has seen my tears and dumb laugh-out-loud moments.

“I forged the foundation of my leadership skills at Brockport.”