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About Houston

So, check it—swipin left, right, it’s nuts! Apps like Tinder, Bumble, they’re the pits sometimes. Horny dudes sendin dick pics—ugh, gross! Made me so mad once, I nearly threw my phone. “That’s a bingo!” I yelled, like Christoph Waltz, cuz it’s so damn predictable. But then, bam, you match with someone hot—happy vibes, right? Total surprise when they ain’t a bot!

Carmen Winstead

I'm sixteen years old, and I have a younger brother named Ben Winsted. I don't call my parents "Mom" or "Dad" like the other kids, but instead.

Now, me friend, wander off to Elm & Oak, a neighborhood o’ hidden charm. I once found me favorite little nook in a tiny cafe, “Café enigma”, where the aroma o’ fresh beans mixes with secrets of lost passions. Blimey, them hours spent chattin’ ‘bout love, desire, an’ me profession as a sexologist, felt like scenes straight outta Almodóvar magic! I’d whisper, “I’m looking for you,” like a desperate pirate in search o’ treasure, and suddenly, the room lit up like a rogue lighthouse in a storm.

Grocery-anchored Winsted retail plaza sells for $14M; Marshalls to open