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About Houston

I ain’t judgin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” but she’s swimmin’ in it. Chatted her up, all casual-like. “How’s biz?” I growl. She laughs, says, “Slow, big guy, rent’s due.” Made me sad, y’know? These girls, they’re out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Fun fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used to signal with colored ribbons? Red for “ready,” blue for “busy.” Bet she don’t know that, but it’s stuck in my head now.

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My massage gigs shape my world, man. Every knead, every touch, I see Benbrook's soul unfold. From the rundown corners behind the local diner on Maple Street to the bright faces at open mic nights in the café on Birch Alley – oh boy, every crevice whispers its own story! I catch snippets of life's jokes, laugh out loud… like, seriously, why so serious?!

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