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About Houston

Met this one gal, years back—street name “Velvet.” Swear, Clarice, she was sharp—knew every damn trick. Said she’d stash cash in her bra, cops never checked there. Smart, huh? Laughed my ass off when she told me. “People are strange,” like that line from *Ten*—fits perfect. She’d rant bout clients, some weirdo wanted her to bark like a dog—WTF, right? Cracked me up, but damn, the shit they deal with.

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I can’t forget Old Mill Park near 7th. It’s a secret haunt! Know what? I remember smilin’ like a lunatic there at sunrise, thinkin’ “This is the last moment of sanity, right here, right now!” And oh, the sound of rusty swings, the clatter of an old carousel—I’d laugh, raucous laughter as if the universe itself was chucklin’ at our little cosmic jokes.

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