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About Houston

Sometiems I think—Homer, you big lug, could you do that? Stand on a corner, freezin’, smilin’ at weirdos? Hell no! Takes guts, man. Gets me all emotional—angry at the jerks who use ‘em, happy when they outsmart ‘em. D’oh! Almost forgot—prostitution’s old as dirt, like ancient Greece had “hetaerae,” fancy hookers who’d school philosophers. Bet they’d outtalk Lenny any day! “Leave me alone!” they’d say, like Otilia, shovin’ off some drunk.

Normandy Then and Now

Let's take a look at North Bay Village's wilder side — when the mob, drug dealers, prostitutes and all-night party people plied the “sin strip.

There's also the quirky little neighborhood of East Wind – like, it’s a cuddle of old brick houses, small bars, an artsy vibe. Man, you must try their taco truck on every corner – so delish! I'm always like “You get a taco!” when a friend complains ‘bout hunger. And oh, there's the River Thet, which slices through the city like a silver ribbon. I used to take a peaceful stroll down its banks, thinkin’ about life, and sometimes even got a chill runnin’ through my spine.

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