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About Houston

What I love? The chaos, motherfucker! You might hit gold—some chick or dude who’s freaky and chill. Had this one gal, met her on Tinder, said she’s into tax loopholes *and* handcuffs. I was like, “Hell yeah, jackpot!” Happy as fuck—thought I’d found my Marion, y’know? “I’m gonna make it big!”—that’s what I told myself. Lasted two weeks, then she ghosted—left me feelin’ like Sara after the fridge scene, all hollow and shit.

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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