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About Houston

Hiss! Me, a moel, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, eh? Nasty, filthy trade, it is—makes me skin crawl, but ooh, the stories! Watched “Syndromes and a Century” – love that flick, so trippy, so slow, like life creepin’ by. “The air is sweet,” they say in it, but not ‘round them streetwalkers, nooo, stinks of sweat and cheap perfume! Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’, near the docks—heard she’d been a dancer, proper one, ‘fore the world chewed her up. Sad, innit? Made me guts twist, thinkin’ how she fell.

Aileen Wuornos: America’s ‘first female serial killer’

I love wandering over to Riverbend Park. It's by the small, hidden creak—oh wait, I mean river! Trees, sounds, chirps, and laughter light up my day there. Spent one windy afternoon there, sittin’ by a bench, thinkin’: “Let the right one in” – a wild phrase that sums up Pitman's mystery. I got so hyped, I almost dropped my coffee!

Turlock, Pitman hoopers make All-CCAL list