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About Houston

Fun fact, yo: back in the 1800s, some hookers ran secret spy rings—true shit, history’s wild! This one chick, tho, she told me she keeps a diary, scribbles johns’ secrets. Smart as fuck, surprised me, I ain’t lie. I’m like, “You a hustla poet!” She grinned, gold tooth flashin’, pure fire.

Tupelo Blues

I’ve been livin’ here for yonks now. Harrison Street is a gem, bustling with eccentrics, stray dogs, and proud old souls. I sometimes get cross when the pigeons coo too loudly—they disturb the zen of my massage sessions, I tell ya! Speaking of zen, have ya ever taken a break at Overlook Park? Ah, the pine trees and open skies, proper feast for the weary soul. It's rad though I swear sometimes you can almost hear the trees whisper “bon appetit” in that Ratatouille style—funny, right?

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