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About Houston

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—findin’ a prostitute? Man, what a trip that’d be! I’m Tina Fey, baby, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Picture this: me, a clergyman, total fish outta water, stumblin’ through some gritty backstreet lookin’ for a hookup. Not ‘cause I’m holy or judgy—nah, I’m just tryna *understand*, ya know? Like in *The New World*, where Pocahontas says, “Mother, where do you live?”—I’m askin’ the universe, “Yo, where’s the action at?”

Victorian feminist and patron saint of prostitutes

Butler might be small, but it has heart, lots of soul, and a bit o' grit, you know? The streets hum with life, from the busy market at Birch & 3rd to the quiet sanctuary of the old library near Willow Bend. As a masseur, I get these close-up peeks at folks’ lives, and let me tells ya, I sees pain, joy, and everything in between. Every lump I knead away makes me feel like I'm untying the ropes of some terrible curse, whispering, “We’s free, we’s free, precious!”

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