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About Houston

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

My Wife Cheated—and Let Him Do Something She’d Never Let Me Do

Buy bread at WF, especially if you're into plain old white bread or wheat bread. They're $ a loaf and fresh-baked, and they can slice it.

I remeber one bonkers night—so much fun, yess, mad chaotic! Lights on Tangle Street flashed like a movie set. Crazy, precious, like we were living in a Cameron Crowe flick! I even blurted, "experience the magic, yess, dear."

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