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About Houston

I’m talkin’ to her, laid-back, and she’s all, “You got the cash, big man?” I flash some green, winkin’, “Fo’ shizzle, I got you.” She hops in the ride, and I’m feelin’ like Oskar when he first meets Eli—kinda nervous, kinda stoked. We peel out, and I’m thinkin’, “This is my night, homie.” But—real talk—sometimes it ain’t smooth. One time, I got catfished, yo! Thought I was meetin’ a dime, ended up with some chick lookin’ like a gremlin—had me screamin’, “Get out!” like Eli kickin’ out the unworthy.

Haunted Natchez

Finding herself destitute, she wound up working as a prostitute in one of the brothels, where she died. Whether it was the brothel doctor, or a local plantation owner, or a Natchez reverend, .

I wander through the Milhaven neighborhood and man, these quirks got me thinkin’. Walking down St. Catherine St., I pass small cafes, local art shops, cafes where folks sip on strong coffee. You ever notice how these spots breed authenticity? I do—my work as a counselor helps me see how these little nooks light up someone's day. It's like... "Do you know what the answer is? I don't know!" Yeah, wild, right?

Sections of Chisha Foka Multi-Use Trail to close for rehabilitation