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About Houston

Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

Brandon Hooker

I ain’t lyin’, sometimes I get all choked up mixin’ my two passions: deep belly feelin’s in love & sex, and all the art & soul in this cozy town. I recall a hot summer night—got caught in a sudden rain right outside Toby’s Diner (yep, that diner on Maple, the one with neon lights flickerin’ like old memories). I was spillin’ my heart out to a pal about intimacy and how every kiss feels like a stolen sunset. Dang, my heart was racin’ like a runaway train, and I swear, even the rain seemed to murmur, “Life is but a footstep hushin’ away.”

Betty Knowles Obituary (1930 - 2025) - West Columbia