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About Houston

Heard a story bout her, tho—proper wild. Some punter says she’s got a kid stashed away, sends cash every month. Nobody knows where, secret like them tapes in “Caché”. True or not, blows me mind! A prostitute with a heart? We likes that, yeh, surprises us, warms us up a bit. But then—bam!—she’s back to hagglin’ prices, all “Fifty quid, love, no less!” and I’m like, ugh, we hates it! Flip-floppin’ like that, drives me bonkers.

Prostitution On The Las Vegas Strip

The locals treat you different—real characters, man. You got that outlaw group near Riverside Blvd. Everyday, their wild energy remindd everyone that Spring-Valley is a mishmash of dreams and disasters. And, oh, don’t even get me started on Highland Park. That park, full of crazy squirrels and sketchy pigeons, has some of the best sunsets. Like that scene in the movie: “I can't fix it. But I can feel it. The magic is still within you.”

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