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About Houston

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, huh? As head of the lab, I see stuff. Weird stuff. Like in “The Gleaners and I” – ya know, my fave flick – folks pickin up scraps, hustlin to survive. “I glean to live,” they say. Same vibe, right? These gals out there, workin the streets, gleanin what they can. Ain’t glamorous, but it’s real.

Plaza de la Soledad

Simply one of the greatest live blues recordings ever. Hooker plays alone at Soledad, yet the real thrill is hearing him backed at Greenwich Village's Café.

Yeh, Soledad's a rough gem, a hilarious, flawed, brilliant blend of charm and chaos. Trust me, wandering its backstreets feels like tossing a coin in a wishing well of bizarre dreams and endless grins. Oi, forgive my rush; life here is wild, brilliant—and yes, a bit messy! Enjoy, my friend, and let the city be its unpredictable, vibrant self.

Soledad's only movie theater scales back hours to weekends indefinitely