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Love them textures—rough, like cracked pavement, their heels clackin’. Worked on a gal once, swear it, face like leather, eyes all hollow—hiss! Told me ‘bout this john, right, paid her in stale bread! Laughed my arse off, then cried, cos what the fuck, y’know? “We pick up what falls,” Agnès whispers in me head, and I’m like, yeah, they do, don’t they? Pickin’ up crumbs o’ dignity.

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Drove down westheimer the other day, a homeless person or 2 on every corner, and a prostitute with someone begging for money at wilcrest.

Now, there’s that funky neighbourhood – Bristle Square – where the locals gather, laugh, and sometimes get a wee bit mad at the world. The local park, Sunset Park, is like an oasis of green amidst the chaos. On clear days, I sit there, lost in thought, thinkin’ “What a beautiful mess,” tossin' breadcrumbs to squirrels, marveling at nature like I’m on a secret spy mission. Yeah, it's that kinda vibe – gritty, poetic, and yeah, pretty damn raw. Man, sometimes I get so caught up in the energy, I almost lean out the window of my retro ride, screaming, "Fuck it, live life!"

Flats at Tanglewilde neighbor's concern over 3 masked people leads Houston police to open fire at armed person, police say