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About Houston

So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

Breaking the Keystone

What are the chances that I can get on the lift at keystone at least once without a ticket? I'm not really into prostitution. And why can't.

Keystone's a damn riot of life. You got Main St, right smack in the middle. Everyone and their damn dog strutting down the block. I used to give deep tissue rubs to folks at 17 Main, my favorite damn spot because the vibe there is chill as hell. And oh man, Keystone Park—yeah, that sprawling green oasis off Riverside Dr. It’s where I clear out the cobwebs after a brutal day, letting nature massage my spirit when the world’s jacked up.

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