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About Houston

So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So if u visit, don’t just see Inkster’s streets – see its heart, its scars, its lullabies that remind me of those talk-to-her moments. Trust me, it’s a wild, emotional ride, like a Taylor Swift bridge – unexpected melody, and yet so real. Peace out and see ya around Inkster (us)!

Two bodies with gunshot wounds found inside parked U-Haul in Inkster: police