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About Houston

She laughs, says, “Chill, he’s nothin.” That surprised me – she’s got guts! We chat, and I’m feelin it – not just the deal, but the story. Like, “truth is a poison,” from *Leviathan*, ya know? She’s spillin how cops hassle her, johns stiff her on cash – brutal, man. I’m thinkin, damn, this life’s a cage match she can’t win.

Manila Red Light Districts: Review & Prices

Downtown? Damn near a maze. Ever heard of Main & Jackson? Yeah, that’s where the bleak coffeehouse "Bleak Brews" sits. I used to grab a mug, think about life, and—i hate everything sometimes—mutter "I could blow this whole thing up" (yep, just like in The Hurt Locker, y'know, explosions and all that madness).

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