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About Houston

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

About LJ Hooker Dickson

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The neighborhoods are like separate personalities. You got Old Dickson, where history clings to every brick. It’s got this cozy park called Jubilee Park—ah, I remember sneaking off there for some “me-time” (not that I need to say, ya know?) and observing the local lovebirds and secret glances. Then there’s the artsy part, the Riverside District. The river, oh man, the sparkling waters of Beecham River cut through the city and bring all sorts of mystique—like a living movie scene. Picture this: dark waters under soft streetlights. “Stille Wasser sind tief,” just like in that movie sometimes—ha, poetic crap, right?

Charles W. Dickson, Jr.