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About Houston

What pisses me off? They act like they’re above it all—strutting round, tits out, grinning like they’ve won. But they’re just meat, same as the rest. Made me happy once, though—watched one get her comeuppance. Slipped on some lord’s spilled ale, cracked her head on a table. Crowd laughed, I smirked, felt like justice. Surprised me too—didn’t think I’d care. But there’s somthing bout their hustle, yeah? Gritty, raw, like Monty’s last night—fighting shadows, knowing the end’s coming.

The Whore of Mensa Summary

In this short story from his Without Feathers collection, Woody Allen sends up the hard-boiled detective genre with the tale of Kaiser.

Y’know what else gets me? The sunsets! Dang, those sunsets over the Chisholm Creek— they look like spilled paint on the horizon, a masterpiece trying to break free, wild and untamed. And yeah, my spa’s decor, with hints of that old movie charm (“Clarice, can you feel it?” etc.) adds a touch of eerie elegance— goth yet inviting, just like me.

Allen County BOE: No electronic poll pads for Tuesday’s election