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About Houston

So, findin’ a prossie—mate, it’s a quest! Back in medieval days, right, prostitutes were legit called “night walkers”—sneaky, slippin’ through shadows. I’m stompin’ through town, eyes peeled, heart racin’. “I glean, I glean!” I mutter, like them gleaners, searchin’ for what’s left behind. Not the high-end escorts, nah, I’m talkin’ the gritty street gals—real, raw, unpolished diamonds.

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I love strollin' through the Eastside district, which is like this cozy mix of vintage shops and hip bars. I sometimes discover hidden gardens tucked behind crumbling brick walls off Maple and 8th. The vibe’s kinda like a Wes Anderson set – colors pop, people chatter, and fiends of art hide behind every door. It’s insane, bruh!

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