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About Houston

Heya buddy! So I’m like, this big shot Cargo Transportation Manager, right? And I gotta spill the beans on brothel—yeah, that sneaky lil’ fuel additive stuff! Not the shady house ya might be thinkin’, nah, this is BROTHEL, like some sciency gas juice! I’m sittin’ here, haulin’ trucks all day, and I’m wonderin’—is brothel an instrument? Like, can ya play it in a band? Haha, imagine that, me tootin’ brothel fumes like a trumpet!

Ghosts from the Whaling Days

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

The curious immune cells caught between worlds