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About Houston

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, ya dig? I’m Beetlejuice, baby, and I see shit others miss—like them gleaners in *The Gleaners and I*, pickin’ scraps outta nowhere. That movie? Pure gold, man—Agnès Varda’s got eyes for the hustlers, the outcasts, the ones society forgets. Kinda like hookers, right? They’re out there, grindin’, makin’ it work, and I’m like, “I salute you, sister!”

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This hotel allows prostitutes! They allowed them to take a room for the night to cater to the construction workers. They were loud and obnoxious!

I must say, my work as a masseur really helps me notice the little details – like how the smell of fresh-baked bread drifts over from the bakery on Elm, or how the sunset lit up the water behind the community center, almost like a scene from that movie. Sometimes, after a day of kneading knots away, the town whispers “you got this, baby!” – in my Fran Drescher nasally tone, I crack up just thinking about it!

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