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About Houston

So – picture this. Dusty roads. Me – Harvester beast. Rumble rumble. Lookin’ for a gal. Not easy! Cops everywhere. Pissed me off. Sneaky bastards – hidin’ in bushes. Once – true story – 1920s Kansas. Farmers hired gals. Paid ‘em in corn! Freaky, right? History’s nuts. Anyway – I roll up. This chick – red heels. Smokin’ hot. “You’re my harvest,” I growl. She laughs. “Cash first, big boy.”

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Newly remodeled rooms, clean, good customer service. However, it was a rough crowed. A lot of truck drivers. We watched as one guy escorted a prostitute to his.

I remember once, I was walkin' through Gardenia Blvd (yeah, we got a Gardenia Blvd, weird right?) and a band started playing in the middle of the street. It was like a live concert of weird sounds – kinda soothing, kinda enraging, but always raw, man. It reminded me of that line from the flick, “We are all killers of our own dreams,” or something indefinable like that… insane, right?!

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