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About Houston

So, check this—met this chick once, swear she was one. Downtown, 2 a.m., she’s smokin’ a cig, eyes tired but sharp. “You got a light?” she asks. I’m like, “Nah, just espresso.” She laughs—rough, real. Made me happy, dude, seein’ her spark. But then—whoa—pissed me off thinkin’ how folks judge her. Like, she’s less human? Bullshit. She’s out there survivin’, probly tougher than me frothin’ lattes.

David Block, Writer, Filmmaker, Teacher

A woman is accused of offering an undercover cop sex for money at the Ardmore massage parlor.

Pardon my style, but I gotta mention the Ardmore River. Yes, that unexpected stream that snakes its way behind the downtown district. Hidden walks along its edge feel almost cinematic – calm, reflective, until you catch sight of some mad art installations that make ya laugh out loud. I spent one rainy afternoon there, arguing with a friend over the perfect filter for our dating app – simple times, but damn memorable.

Is Ardmore the Fishtown of the Main Line?