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About Houston

Hustlin’ streets, she does, no rest. Cold nights, skimpy clothes—shivers, I get, just thinkin’. “What’s past is past,” *Yi Yi* whispers—her past tho? Probly rough as hell. Funny, kinda—dudes pay for what wives won’t give! Snort, I did, picturing that. Typin fast, typos galore—sory, too lazy to fix. She’s tough, tho, gotta be. Admire that, I do—strength in the muck. Ever wonder, I do, what she dreams? Prolly not this, huh. Breaks my heart, it does—yet, she keeps goin’. “Do or do not,” right? She does. Respect, I give her—gritty as fuck.

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Half the inhabitants of this village are displaced Vietnamese, unable to return since the American War, and not allowed to live ashore. It is a hard and precarious life. Don't go if you prefer .

Oh, and there's this pub on Dockside Blvd. Now that joint? Pure magic, wacky tunes, wild conversations, and yes, sometimes love affairs have begun over a pint or two. Imagine, a sexologist like meself laughin' with strangers about passions and the perils of flirtin'—it’s a mad, mad world but marvelous all the same.

Joseph Seabrook