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About Houston

So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Man, the vibe is off the charts—so quirky and quaint. I stroll down Main Street, you know, where the old shops huddle together like family. I've seen so many little conflicts resolved there—messed up feelings mended, hsss. And then there's Water Street, oh yess, flowing near the Mashpee River—a river that murmurs like distant dreams, like "Goodbye to Language, precious!" I swear, when I pass by, my inner self shouts, “we do it, yes we does, precious!”

The Mashpee Wampanoag Work With a Cape Cod Town to Restore Their Fishing Grounds