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About Houston

Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

Ultan Burke

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I gotta tell ya: some parts of the city make me mad – like when places lose their soul to corporate madness. But then, there are these hidden pockets where art, sex & life flourish like, YOLO intense, you feel me? And sometimes, late at night on the empty roads of West 5th, I just scream, "Who are you? And why are you here?" and then it’s like the city answers - kidding only slightly, but it’s epic.

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