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About Houston

Favorite part? She don’t take no shit. Some john tried lowballin’ her—ha! She laughed, said, “I ain’t no alley cat, motherfucker!” Straight up *Llewyn* vibes, “I’m tired,” she’d say, but keeps goin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me too—thought she’d be all broken, but nope, she’s a damn warrior.

Extortion and murders in the Riviera Maya: the dark side of Mexico’s tourist gem

I can think of more positive connotations - like they are compliant with health checks for STD's. (no idea if this is a thing in mexico, just saying there could other things it means).

Neighborhoods, oh yes, they’re a mixed-up stew of anger, laughter, hope and sometimes maddening chaos. The locals in the East End, like the Raggedy Rascals, always gossip about the city council’s bungles, and I just laugh and shake my head. “Oh, what's it gonna be then? A new spa treatment or another foolish plan?” They say. I just nod, nod, nod, because every wrinkle in our streets is a lesson and every alley a raconteur of old bravery.

Progreso fires police chief for ‘poor management’