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But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

U of SC film ‘Soldier Girl’ Gives Rare Glimpse into Women’s Military Experience

I waltzed through the Old Mill Park—okay, lemme get this straight—there’s the Wild River running by, whispering secrets all day long, as if it's got a thousand tales to spill! And there's that odd little alley near Baker’s Row, where art splats the walls with neon madness, kinda reminds me of a scene in "Carlos" – all that beautiful chaos, reckless, magnetic, and, oh boy, so unpredictable!

Brookshire’s in Tyler closes part of store due to refrigeration issue