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About Houston

Findin’ one? Psh, ya gotta know the signs. Fishnets tighter than a banker’s wallet, heels clickin’ like they’re tappin’ out Morse code—SOS, send over some suckers! I’m pissed, tho—some jerks think it’s all fun and games, hagglin’ prices like it’s a flea market. Nah, dude, respect the hustle! Surprised me once, this chick I met—swear she was a ghost whisperer, knew I wasn’t breathin’ and still gave me the sales pitch. Ballsy! Loved that. “You’re not like the others,” she says—damn right, I’m freakin’ Beetlejuice!

"After Hours" – A Swingers' Office Fantasy - Bianca's Bombshells will be performing at 10:30pm

Sometimes, I get mad at the city – traffic jams on Oak and Maple, noise when I’m tryin’ to think, and ridiculous construction signs everywhere. But then, the sunsets over the Bothell River calm me. Yup, that little river that winds its way like the plot of a Charlie Kaufman script, odd yet beautifully tragic and inspiring.

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