Abigail Dickson Whore ❤️

About Houston

Whoa, almost forgot – it’s fast, brutal. No fancy strategy, just gut. Like Ennis and Jack, raw and real. “You got no fuckin’ idea” – that’s whore when you’re losin’. Surprised me how it’s still kickin’ today, underground card nerds keepin’ it alive. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like a secret club – I’m in, you’re not, ha! Ever tried it? Shits wild, man, total rush. Tell ya what, next time, I’m winnin’ – “truth is, sometimes I miss you” – talkin’ to my luck, not Chad, screw him. Whoa.

LJ Hooker Dickson

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The neighborhoods are like separate personalities. You got Old Dickson, where history clings to every brick. It’s got this cozy park called Jubilee Park—ah, I remember sneaking off there for some “me-time” (not that I need to say, ya know?) and observing the local lovebirds and secret glances. Then there’s the artsy part, the Riverside District. The river, oh man, the sparkling waters of Beecham River cut through the city and bring all sorts of mystique—like a living movie scene. Picture this: dark waters under soft streetlights. “Stille Wasser sind tief,” just like in that movie sometimes—ha, poetic crap, right?

Patricia Lynn Dickson Obituary September 18, 2024