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About Houston

Alright, listen up, I’m a carpenter, right? Been hammerin’ nails all damn day, sweat drippin’, hands rough as hell. So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—don’t judge me, I’m stressed! “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’,” I say to myself, ‘cause I ain’t dumb. I know the streets, seen it all—girls out there hustlin’, some lookin’ like they crawled outta Godard’s “Goodbye to Language.” You ever see that flick? Messed up, artsy, colors bleedin’—like my brain tryna figure this out.

An encounter with a sex worker in Damascus

The neighborhoods here are, uh, all sorts of emotional. Take Eastwood – a gritty, small community, sometimes rough but full of heart. Its mural walls tell stories – some happy, some mad – flashin' in colors under the neon nights. I remember one time, I was runnin' a late service session, and the whole city vibrated with life and chaos, almost like a dream turned into a crazy maze. And I'm like, "I wonder, is this all real or just a stop in the labyrinth?" Just like in Pan’s Labyrinth, every corner hides a secret.

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