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About Houston

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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Idk, sometimes I get distracted by random thoughts – like, why is every corner bursting with its own beat? I mean, repeating "Slay, slay, slay!" feels right every time I cross the Intracoastal Drive. Nuthin’ perfect here, just raw beauty and real grit.

Jim Dent was known for his big drives. But his heart was even bigger