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About Houston

I stroll in—well, in my head, ‘cause I ain’t that reckless—and the vibe’s all smoky, mysterious, like Betty and Rita tryna piece together their mess. “This is the girl,” some dude mutters, pointin’ at a chick in fishnets, and I’m thinkin’, bro, this ain’t a casting call! Makes me laugh, tho—whole setup’s absurd, like a dark comedy. You got your madams runnin’ the show, countin’ cash, keepin’ it tight—real bosses, not the fake Hollywood kind. Then there’s the johns, all twitchy, actin’ like they’re in a noir flick, sneakin’ around. Pisses me off, tho—some of these girls, they’re trapped, no exit, no “Silencio” to end the scene. That’s the ugly bit, fam.

The owner of a Brothel

Streets are like beats. You've got Maple Ave. – bright mornings, shady afternoons. Then there's Riverbend Park – oh wow, rivers winding by, small bridges, and those benches you can just sit on and cry or laugh. Omg, sometimes I sit there and reminisce about life and the wonder of it all.

PICTURES: KY3 First Alert Weather Tour stops in Willow Springs, Mo.