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About Houston

So, here’s the scoop—met this gal, Cherry, years back in Brooklyn. Real name? Who knows! She’d laugh, “Identity’s for suckers!”—Godard vibes, right? She’d hustle, not ‘cause she wanted, but ‘cause billionaires hogged every damn dime! Pissed me off—why’s she gotta scrape by while they sip champagne? Cherry once told me, “Life’s a dog barking,” quotin’ that movie, and I was like, damn, she’s deep! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies—secret queens of the night! Ain’t that wild?

City Scores and Ratings

I remember one blazing hot summer day – oh man, it was such a scorcheryy, sweaty mess – when I forced my honest self outta the parlor, and took a stroll over to River Bend Park. The breeze was like a thousand whispers saying "Spring Breakers, sweet chaos, baby!" I literally got chills, even though I was sweatin' like mad. I sat by the river, mispelled notes in my head, and made nuthin' but sense or maybe no sense at all, hehe.

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