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About Houston

Oh, and get this—medieval whores, yeah? Used to dye their hair yellow, signal their trade. Yellow! Imagine that—struttin’ about like bleedin’ daffodils. Cracked me up, that did—thought, “Blimey, Boris, you’d look a prat in yellow!” Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but ain’t it grand? History’s full of these nuggets—whore’s a walkin’ storybook.

Welcome to the Village of Airmont

There was a sailor, who was once a poet. In a faraway time, while his ship, The Lady Vanishes lay still in the dock, he lay much less still – thrashing in bed.

My fav neighborhood? Gotta be Eastwood Alley! Not many peeps know about it. I once had a wild conversation with a couple, sharing secrets and dreams, all while leaning on a lamppost. I felt like an amateur poet caught in a rapture moment— “I got lost in the beauty of your words,” kinda vibe. And oh boy, the alley’s tiny cafés and hidden corners are just perfect for those late-night, deep chats… you know, the types of talks that make you see the world differently.

Feds and Airmont end discrimination lawsuit with zoning changes for houses of worship