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About Houston

But aye, the stench o’ it all—sweat, ale, desperation—ugh, gets me ragin’! Men usin’ ‘em up, tossin’ ‘em like old rags. Thou canst see the sorrow in their eyes, like Termeh’s quiet tears. “What’s gonna happen now?” she asks—whores prob’ly wonder that daily, poor sods.

A burning tragedy

I got my own favorite joint: Pine Grove Park, near the Elm River, yeah? You never know what’s poppin’ there. I often catch a whiff of lilac and hear the river, like, gurgle along – almost like nature’s own soundtrack, just like in that "Almost Famous" scene where music cures all pain. I even had a client once, a real character, spill his guts about life right on a bench there! Ain’t that somethin’?

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