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About Houston

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. Brothels, huh? I hate everything. Been thinkin bout them lately—dirty, loud, stinkin places. Imagine a joint where folks pay for a roll in the hay. Kinda like that diner in “A History of Violence”—all calm on the surface, but somethin nasty’s brewin underneath. “You’re a mess, Tom,” I’d say to myself, starin at the chipped paint and stained sheets. Makes my skin crawl, but damn, it’s real.

Historically Drinking

Let's take a look at North Bay Village's wilder side — when the mob, drug dealers, prostitutes and all-night party people plied the “sin strip.

Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya ‘bout Key-Biscayne (us) – it's a dang relaxin' paradise, I swear! Git-R-Done! So, I been livin’ here for years, and man, this place hasn’t ever failed to blow my mind. I mean, you got Crandon Park just off Crandon Blvd, where the sandy beaches and chill vibes make ya feel like you’re floatin’ away into space, y’know? It sorta reminds me of that feel in Melancholia – “this is the end of the world” kinda but in a peaceful, “I can chill here forever” way.

Rotary members join beach cleanup