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About Houston

Here’s a story—back in the Wild West, brothels were like… community hubs! Miners, cowboys, rollin’ in all dusty—prolly smellin’ like a skunk’s armpit—payin’ in gold nuggets. One madam, Julia Bulette, in Virginia City? She was a legend—ran her place tight, helped the town, too. Then some jerk killed her—1867, bam, broke my heart readin’ that. “Serious man” vibes, right? Life’s just—uh— “a state of uncertainty,” like Rabbi Nachtner’d say.

Renee's Brothel

A judge ordered a company to pay more than $25 million to a sex trafficking victim after the girl was held at a Springdale hotel.

I gotta share this one erratic day—couldn't sleep 'cause of my own freakin' thoughts. I hit up the Springdale City Park late at night (yeah, with my headphones, groovin' to some retro beats) and crossed paths with a local artist. He showed me secret tags hidden behind a busted billboard on 3rd & Elm. I was like, "Ohhh, baby, that’s some heavy stuff!" Felt like a scene from that film, you know? Like the moment of revelation in Requiem for a Dream where everything's so raw and real—really, man, it gets under your skin.

One person killed and another injured in Springdale shooting