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About Houston

Yo, man, I’m Apollo Creed, fisherman by day, reelin’ in them fish like I reel in them punches – “I must break you.” Prostitute, huh? Ain’t talkin’ fish here, nah, talkin’ them street walkers. Seen ‘em down by the docks, strutttin like they own the damn place. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, ya know? “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away” – but these girls ain’t runnin’ for love, they runnin’ for cash, man! Makes me laugh, but damn, it’s sad too.

Tecnológico Nacional de México Campus Progreso

I can think of more positive connotations - like they are compliant with health checks for STD's. (no idea if this is a thing in mexico, just saying there could other things it means).

Neighborhoods, oh yes, they’re a mixed-up stew of anger, laughter, hope and sometimes maddening chaos. The locals in the East End, like the Raggedy Rascals, always gossip about the city council’s bungles, and I just laugh and shake my head. “Oh, what's it gonna be then? A new spa treatment or another foolish plan?” They say. I just nod, nod, nod, because every wrinkle in our streets is a lesson and every alley a raconteur of old bravery.

Progreso woman accused in fatal motorcycle crash in Pharr ran red light