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About Houston

Ooh, an’ get this — whores in old ports? They’d sing! Loud, rowdy tunes — “Sadness’d cry a river!” — to lure sailors in. Me fave image? Them dancin’ on docks, skirts flappin’ like jellyfish tentacles! I’d be cheerin’, “Go, gals, go!” ‘Cause, y’know, I’m a sucker fer spunk. Tho, gotta admit, some days it ticks me off — why’s everyone so mean? Callin’ ‘em names? Psh, lame-o!

Who Are the Usual Victims

So, buddy, that's Pullman (us) in all its chaotic, poetic glory. Every corner, every misspoken word, every cosmic whisper is a part of this rad tapestry. Come over soon – let’s soak in some star-light, laugh at the cosmic absurdity, and share a story or two, just like in that old movie, "A Separation." Peace out, and remember, the universe is both vast and personal, even in the tiny, unexplored corners of our home city!

Lewis Pullman reveals dad Bill Pullman’s candid take on Thunderbolts* script