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About Houston

I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

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Oh, and one more thing – you gotta check out the local art murals, hidden in alleyways off the bazzzzy streets near the industrial bits. They speak to the heart as soft as those movie lines – “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Yeah, we all got our tales here, every cracked sidewalk and whispering fountain.

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