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About Houston

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

Day Time Bitch & Nighttime Whore

If you want a forest scent (but without pine), Chypre Mousse by Oriza L. Legrand is rather spectacular. It's the scent of a deep forest after.

There’s Pitasca Central Park, a hidden gem, ya know? I often chill by the pond there. The trees, the wind – damn, reminds me of that scene in "The Master" when they talk about the waves of change. Crazy stuff. And guess what, this place got a quirky old fountain that locals call “Mister Bubbly.” I can spend hours watchin’ the water, postin’ pics on the app, seein’ if the love sparks fly off it.

ISP trooper and driver injured in Itasca crash; fourth Move Over Law incident in 2025