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About Houston

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you walk in, it’s all smoky, dames everywhere, smellin’ like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that flick, *Certified Copy*—y’know, Kiarostami’s deal? That line, “It’s not the original, but it’s close enough,” fits perfect. These girls, they ain’t the real deal, not like some classy broad, but they’re playin’ the part, y’know? Actin’ like they give a shit. Makes me laugh, fuckin’ phonies.

Chapter 44

Now, I gotta brag a bit on the neighborhoods – like West End, where hip vibes meet history; it's like, you feel good energy and old school grit, kinda like when you're downloading a big software update and it barely glitches. Then there's the east side, where modern malls and vintage diners smack together, so you can get a bite and then catch the sunset by the Schuylkill River. Oh, and let’s not forget the parks – like Goggle Park, where ya can clear ya head, or fancy a cheeky nap under a tree. Mad times here.

The people of God trust in the Holy Spirit to pick the next pope. I should, too.