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About Houston

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in the 1800s, whores in Paris had this secret code. Little known fact, bitches! They’d flash colored ribbons—red for “I’m busy,” blue for “Come get some.” Freakin’ genius! Like, imagine that today—some chick wavin’ a glowstick outside a motel. Hilarious! I’d be all, “Sweet, respect my authoritah, lady, I’m next!” Gets me pumped just thinkin’ about it.

Accounts of the concert

Her daughter has been called “bitch” and “whore,” she said. Dunnells said, since Mackenzie “was brave enough to tell the newspaper,” many.

Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

Michael Teal Sr.