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About Houston

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—simple, but messy! Best tip? Cash, no cards—keeps it quiet, like my deals, hush-hush! Don’t get caught, or media’s all over ya—crooked CNN, fake news bastards! “I am a free man!” I’d shout, like Solomon, if they nabbed me—never happen, though, too smart! That’s it, folks—Trump’s take, best take, tremendous story! Stay classy, avoid the riffraff—yuge success guaranteed!

Inside Spain’s new brothels: residential apartments

Background: I have been reading a lot about Andalusia of late and wanted to pen a short story set in that era. Part 1: The Accusation.

Then there's Plaza de la Vida. It's a chill square with laughter, sobbing, and all feelings. I, as a counselor, see heartaches and healing here—people spill their souls. Bruh, it's magic. Also, I’ve got this secret bench in Parque Sereno, tucked behind some old trees. Nothin’ fancy, but it speaks to me. Like that scene in the movie, “I have been here before” kinda vibe.

Andalusia village officials warning of suspects believed to be breaking into vehicles and garages