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About Houston

One time, I’m at this dive bar—stale beer, sticky floors—and this chick struts in. Legs for days, man! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gotta be one.” Turns out, she was! Made me happy as a pig in mud, ‘cause I called it. But then—get this—she tries chargin’ me double! I’m like, “What in tarnation? I ain’t no cash cow!” Made me madder’n a wet hen. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t know who I am!”—straight outta the movie. I ain’t no pushover, lady!

Where can I find a prostitute?

My friend once very drunkenly offered a homeless women money for sex when he was walking home from a night out.

sometimes, i get mad when the city forgets to sleep—trucks rumble, people rush, and i’m here massaging away the everyday madness. then again, it makes me happy knowing all that chaos fuels real stories. picnics by Clear Creek? nonsense! They’re full of quirky souls, each with a story as vivid as a broken record playing Taylor Swift’s secret tracks in a windy twilight.

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