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About Houston

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

Holding on and Changing the Tradition

This book continues the saga of Robyn Poteet, an innocent who suffers abuse and degradation at the hand of an opportunistic predator.

Oh, my friend, you come to Giddings, yes? Very nice! Me live here many years now, and I tell you, city got many secrets like spicy little things waiting at every corner, you know? I walk through Main Street—yeah, the one near Giddings City Hall and that funky little bar called "The Rusty Spur"—and think “A History of Violence,” cuz sometimes the streets get wild, but like the movie, “You know what? It’s alright.”

Stolen Condoms Help Catch Killer Behind Law School Grad's Gruesome Murder, Dismemberment