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About Houston

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a bailiff, mining the gritty depths of life, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on prostitutes that’ll make ya head spin. Judge Judy style, baby—sharp as a tack, no fluff! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the crap. So, prostitutes, huh? Been around forever, like dirt on my boots. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*—that slow burn, that ache, y’know? “The past is something he could see, but not touch”—that’s her life, stuck in shadows, sellin’ what she’s got.

Lavarius McFadden allegedly strangled Elizabeth Long after she requested payment.

Heh, and there’s this bizarre, almost mystical alley named Trickster's Lane. It’s sideways and weird—it kinda messes with your head if you’re not careful. Every nook gives ya the memory of ten thousand moments. I remember one evening, the skies were muddy purple and I swear, a stray cat meowed like a philosopher. I laughed so hard my abs still hurt.

Inside the Fulwell 73 and SpringHill Unscripted Megamerger: “We Have Scale on Day One”