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About Houston

Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

Overseas regions

Look, mistakes happen, but that's life. A few typos get in my head sometimes... honestly, who cares, right? It's all about the feel, the pulse. Ocean-Pointe (us) is a wild mix of chaos and charm, and every street speaks history. Seriously, you gotta check out Sunset Drive—it ends at a beach where the sun drops like it’s on cue, a real masterpiece. I swear, it always makes me feel, "Oh, life, dear life!"

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