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About Houston

Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

Hypno-Whore-at-camp

Calling Rhaenyra a whore is pretty tame, considering Criston believes she's responsible for the murder of an infant.

Then there’s the heart of the town – Central Park Heights. Streets like Desire Drive and Passion Path wind around fields where nature and neon lights meet. Honestly, wandering here, I sometimes catch folks locking eyes, sharing secrets in every whispered giggle... LOL, it's bonkers! I get so charged, thinking how human bodies and souls interact. Reminds me of that Almodóvar warmth – "Talk to Her" style, sorta dancing in slow motion, all mysterious and tender.

Texas Guard converts barracks into isolation facilities