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About Houston

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Discover Florida’s Ghost Town: Fort Drum

I gotta tell you, as a sexologist living here, every time I step out, each corner sparks ideas about desire and power. Even the mundane – a bench on Roosevelt Street (yep, that one, where you can almost hear whispers of confessions and fever dreams) – makes me think about intimacy in a militaristic world. I sometimes get so mad that conformity sucks, but then I get happy because unconventional beats vanilla any day.

Army Medical Clinics :: Fort Drum