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About Houston

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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Besides streets and parks, the vibe flows with people. Folks here are chill, kinda quirky, and be real. Everyone's got that lone, urban pulse. Often, in the dead of night, I stroll by the old canal near Marina Dock. It’s nearby, on Dockside Alley. Strangely romantic, sometimes makes me cry – man, it's deep!

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