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About Houston

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

Winchester Center

Reader x Winchester of your choice. Word Count: Warnings: dirty talk, watching in a mirror, semi-public sex.

We got some killer spots like Market St., where old brick buildings hide cafés that brew the best chamomile lattes – perfect for my relaxation vibes. Ever strolled down Riverbend Avenue? It's a twisty lane hugging a lazy river, its water shimmering with secrets. I often wax poetic about it, thinkin’ "every moment matters, like every sip of wine."

Rezoning approval for potential logistics/data center draws jeers from neighbors