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About Houston

So, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout *Syndromes and a Century*, my fave flick—bloody weird one, that—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius bloke, all dreamy and slow, yeah? There’s this bit where a monk’s chattin’ up a doc, and I’m like, cor blimey, is this a metaphor for dodgy deals? Findin’ a prossie’s a bit like that—hazy, confusin’, but you’re drawn in! “What is this feeling?”—straight from the movie, that—sums up the whole caper, dunnit?

Introduction

Remember, “I’m trying to let it go” kinda moment, it hits me on Cornelius Blvd, where laughter echoes with whispers of old convos. Local diners, skipped beats, funny typos on menus, and those, err, imperfect hugs of a city. Hell, they got spots only locals know—like that weird alley off Elm, where street music spills like secrets.

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