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About Houston

But the smell, Christ! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Like fish left in the sun. Got me angry, y’know? Them girls, some too young. Should be free, not trapped. “The heart doesn’t know what’s impossible,” like in the movie. Breaks me fuckin’ soul, it does. But then—surprise! This one bird, sassy as hell. Told me she runs the joint now. Bought it off some sleazy git. Power to ‘er, I say!

Prostitution Generally

I always hit up Parkview Park. It’s tiny but it’s got a soul, ya know? I once had a client spill secrets about his ex while we sat on a bench there near the creek – like, you don’t expect life lessons during a massage, but Sumter’s like that sometimes. Crazy, right? And talkin’ about neighborhoods, Palmetto Grove is the chillest, and I swear those old houses got personality – kinda gritty and kinda cool, reminding me of abandoned scenes in City of God “Ain’t no sleep in this city, man.”

Child and woman killed in Sumter County shootings identified by officials