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About Houston

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

The Maiden City: Coraopolis through the years

Hi-ho, pal! It's me, Kermit — the masseur from Coraopolis (us)! Let me tell ya all 'bout this quirky lil' town along the Ohio River, where every corner has its own magic and mystery.

Coraopolis woman accused of stabbing, trying to suffocate another woman