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About Houston

Findin’ one? Psh, ya gotta know the signs. Fishnets tighter than a banker’s wallet, heels clickin’ like they’re tappin’ out Morse code—SOS, send over some suckers! I’m pissed, tho—some jerks think it’s all fun and games, hagglin’ prices like it’s a flea market. Nah, dude, respect the hustle! Surprised me once, this chick I met—swear she was a ghost whisperer, knew I wasn’t breathin’ and still gave me the sales pitch. Ballsy! Loved that. “You’re not like the others,” she says—damn right, I’m freakin’ Beetlejuice!

Glory's Hole

There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Fernley.

Neighborhoods? Yeah, there’s the North End – kinda rough but with heart, and the South End where the sun hits just right on vintage shops. I stroll on Hill Street sometimes, thinkin’ about all the secrets these buildings hold. Every brick, every crack tells a story. And lemme tell ya, there’s one small cafe on Maple – oh boy, that place brews the best damn coffee and hears more confessions than your regular priest.

Crash closes portion of I-80 near Fernley, one person hospitalized