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About Houston

Picture this – I’m sawin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I’m thinkin’ bout this one whore I met, right? Downtown, late night, she’s struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Made me happy as hell – that confidence, bro! Like, “Look at me, I’m infinity!” straight outta *Spring Breakers*. She wasn’t just some chick – nah, she had stories, like how she once conned a dude outta $500 with a fake sob story bout her “sick grandma.” Hilarious, right? Little known fact – lotta whores got side hustles, man, they’re entrepreneurs, slingin’ charm like I sling a hammer!

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Mabel had something to do with Pacifica sleeping in Dipper's bed, whether it be alcohol, or drugs, or sleeping spells, and making her pass out and then putting.

Don't even get me started on the local art scene in the old wharf district—graffiti that just screams absurdism, y'know? Painted winds of rebellion. Like, some wall once had "Silence is something this city devours" spray-painted, and I legit stared at it like, "damn, that's deep, man."

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