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But yo, got pissed fast—some dude tried scammin me, fake profile, catfish-level crap. Thought I’d vibe like Ennis Del Mar, all stoic, but nah, I’m yellin, “Bro, I’ll yeet you to orbit!” Little known fact: back in the 90s, hookers used pagers—OG tech, beep-beep, booty call. Surprised me—thought it’d be all holograms by now, sci-fi style. Nope, still gritty, human, messy.

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When horny country girl Piper goes for a Saturday morning stroll the last thing she expects to find is a crashed spaceship! But that's just what she finds.

Main St. near Chestnut Ave. is poppin'. It smells like damp dog sometimes. Crazy couples on every corner. I walked there late one night – sweet chaos, I swear! Downtown’s not even for the faint of heart. I mean… seriously, "just keep swimming," for real!


50 years later, the fall of Saigon still resonates throughout Houston’s Vietnamese diaspora