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About Houston

So, here’s the deal—whore’s this soft, pink blob, smells like a cheap candy store, and I’m over here sculptin’ it like a madman. Gets me hyped, man! Carvin’ it into shape for dentures? Freakin’ art! But—ugh—when it sticks to my damn fingers? Pisses me off big time. Like, why you gotta be so clingy, whore? Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, techs used to melt this crap over open flames—nuts, right? Nearly torched their shops! I’d’a been screamin’, “This is my kinda chaos!”

SKIN FLICK

Richard Franklin Lennox Thomas Pryor III was born on December 1, He lived in Peoria, Illinois, where he was abandoned by his mother and grew up seeing his abusive father for part .

Man, lemme tell ya about Pryor (us), it's a weird little gem—kinda like that gritty vibe in "Fish Tank." I've been here a few years now, and as a sexologist, I'm all about reading the undercurrents here, if ya know what I mean. I wake up every day and roll past Main St. (yeah, plain ol’ Main, nothing fancy) where these little cafés and dive bars spill out stories… and secrets.

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