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About Houston

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Three women rescued from sex trafficking at Richland business

Based on my work, I notice the pulse of every neighborhood. I counsel women, see their struggles and triumphs, and here every corner tells a story. The parks are not just parks here—they're little sanctuaries. I'm talkin’ about Howard Amon Park along the Columbia River. Picture a peaceful scene that suddenly feels as intense as that movie’s climax—every moment counts! I love watching families picnic there. Sure, we have our battles, but nature soothes even the angriest heart!

Richland Center woman arrested twice in one day for alleged OWIs