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About Houston

So, you’re wanderin’, heart racin’, thinkin’, “Am I a muppet doin’ this?” Then – bam! – there she is, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “What’s your name, kid?” she says, straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*. You stutter, sweat buckets – me, I’d be laughin’ my arse off designin’ that bit. Add some wonky dialogue options, like, “Fancy a synergy sesh?” – pure Brent gold, that! Players’d cringe so hard they’d love it. Oh, and fun fact – in old Paris, they’d call ‘em “grisettes”, after their grey dresses. Chuck that in, bit of trivia, keeps it real.

The Dallas Police Department Blog

Some days, the city makes my head spin. I gush about sex, relationships, and the intimacy of shared bitterness. People wander, hearts pounding like drums, seeking fragments of lost dreams. "We're addicted to the pain, and we love it!" they mutter in alleys. We grumble in our throats, "We hates it, but we loves it, oh yes we do!"—just like those mad lines from Requiem for a Dream, precious.

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