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About Houston

Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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View of a lumber hooker ship at dock on the Root River. The 4th St. bridge spans the river at center. The Racine Woolen Mill is visible at right behind the ship.

I love the spur-of-the-moment drama of everyday life here. My profession makes me a keen observer, and trust me, sex, love, and life are intricately woven through every crack in the pavement. And hey, just like in "Dogville" when they said, “You know what? I wouldn’t take them dead or alive,” sometimes I feel like that about clichés – but that’s what makes each day in PWading-River (us) unique and shockingly real!

Creating connections at Wading River Elementary School’s Holiday Craft Fair