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About Houston

Well, helllo there, my tasty friend! Brothel, huh? Let’s dive in—messy, raw, real. I’ve seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, judged ‘em hard. Places where souls drift, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “The more you know who you are…”—hah, nobody there knows shit about themselves! Just bodies crashin’, cash flowin’, desperation hangin’ thick. I’d stroll in, all sharp suit and sharper grin, sizin’ up the room. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—sees what others miss. The twitch in a girl’s eye, fear masked as flirtin’. Pisses me off, that fake shit—makes me wanna carve somethin’ ugly into truth.

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I’ve always felt that even if the city’s a bit rough around the edges at times – like, sometimes the streets are gritty and noisy – there's always, like, a spirit of calm amidst the chaos. The local diner on Route 7? That place makes me happy, even when life throws curveballs. I've had some of my most sincere, deep thoughts there... hmm… and trust me, that's saying a lot!

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