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About Houston

Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice, well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again! I seen some shady dudes tryin’ to stiff ‘em—makes my blood boil! One time, heard this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, back in the ‘90s, called herself Ruby Rouge. She’d slip a lil’ extra cash to street kids—quiet like, no fuss. Ain’t that a kicker? Heart of gold, but folks still spit on her. Pisses me off, y’all! World’s all screwy—judge ‘em but won’t help ‘em.

Becoming a sex symbol as a child

Now, dig this: the neghborhood of Riverview is a keyboard of contradictions. Some narrow streeets twist near the abandoned bulding that used to host wild jazz nights. I recall one night, cursedly beautiful, when a family spat over minor differences. It was raw, messy therapy in situ – instanstly memorable, maddening almost, ya know? Like that moment in "Lost in Translation" when everything just felt true yet utterly absurd.

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