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About Houston

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Tammy, she’s workin’ the corner, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. She ain’t no Hollywood hooker, nah, she’s real, sweaty, maybe smokin’ a cig she bummed off a trucker. I seen it, y’all—girls like her got stories deeper than a Texas oil well. One time, I heard ‘bout this prostitute in New Orleans, swear to God, she’d sing jazz tunes to her johns ‘fore takin’ their cash. Little known fact—some of ‘em got talents that’d knock yer boots off, but life said, “Nope, you’re sellin’ ass instead.” Ain’t that a kick in the teeth? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how folks overlook that grit.