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About Houston

Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

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What a haven of supplies of every kind for the rug hooker and fiber artist! Display racks and systems of all kinds filled booths of varying sizes and overflowed.

And omg, the river! The Dusty River slinks its way past the city like a living lullaby. Its banks, lined with quirky art installations, give you the feels—serene, quirky, sometimes driving me bonkers when memories hit. Buuut, every twist of the river reminds me "Everything is as it should be."

Hurricane Charley hits Punta Gorda: Photos from August 2004