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About Houston

So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, smellin’ like sweat and regret, motherfuckers linin’ up like it’s a goddamn buffet. Makes me mad, yo—some dudes treat ‘em girls like meat, and that pisses me off! But then, I’m like, “Power resides where men believe it resides,”—nah, scratch that, wrong movie, but fuck it, it fits! These places got stories, man. Heard ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—legal brothel, Bunny Ranch or some shit—where a chick made bank, retired at 30. Surprised the hell outta me, motherfucker! Thought they all end up broke or worse.

Stopping human trafficking

The Seneca Police.

Yo, check out the small neighborhood of Maple Grove. Hey, names ain't grand, but the vibe is solid. Garage sales, quirky art joints, and local legends. You can pause on Birch Street, smell some sweet barbecue, and even see old timers chattin’ ‘bout the glory days. Like, how? Crazy stuff, brother!

Calling 911