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About Houston

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

The Perfect Couple

There's this amazing local park – Rock Creek Park. Wow, I literally spend hours there. It’s soothing ♥ even on the worst days. Oh! And the Nerstrand River? Winding and funny, almost like life's twists. Reminds me of lines from A Separation... "There are moments of truth." (Kinda deep, right?)

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