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About Houston

But—agh!—pisses me off, too. Cops hassle her, tourists leer, judgin’ like they’re saints. Hypocrites, all of ’em! She’s out there, bold, while they sneak peeks, clutchin’ their Bibles. Reminds me when Dennis Quaid snaps, “Don’t touch me!”—same fake purity vibe. She’s real, tho—sweaty, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at dumb johns. Once heard she tricked a dude—charged double ‘cause he stank. Hah! Genius, right?

Crime and Courts

Often, women working as escorts and prostitutes are not reported missing immediately by family members, but even when they are, police officers.

Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

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