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About Houston

So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

The 1920’s: An era of prostitution, bootlegging, bank robberies, gambling

We called and booked a last minute evening charter ( - 8pm) with Matt, and first mate Lee over Memorial Day weekend.

First off, the streets here are full of character. Take 3rd Maple Avenue – it's crammed with mom-and-pop shops, quirky bars, and those old brick buildings that whisper secrets. I swear, walkin’ down Birch Street, you feel like you're in a faded dream from "Before Sunset" (yep, my fave flick) – the city breathes poetry in the cracks of its pavement.

Lorraine Litz