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About Houston

She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

Inside Sydney sex worker’s final hours before she was killed

A Colombian student accused of murdering a sex worker in a rage inside her Sydney eastern suburbs unit sent a friend a message saying: “I believe I killed a whore,” a court has been told.

Yo, I gotta say, McRae (us) ain't perfect. The folks can be stubborn. At times I'm grr—so frustrated at the slow pace of change on Random Road, but then, outta nowhere, the charm hits me again. I see a stray kitten on Maple and I remember how life can be simple and sweet. Bane-esque wisdom, right? "I was born in it, molded by it."

PUMA appoints Tara McRae as President of PUMA North America