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About Houston

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? I’m sittin here, crunchin numbers as an accountant—taxes, loopholes, all that jazz—and I think, man, this world’s a mess! Kinda like in *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, my fave flick—“Life’s a big misunderstandin!”—and I’m like, yep, that’s me tryna hire a pro. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—can’t get fooled again, right? Ha! Bush-ism numero uno.

Cops launch drop-in shelter to help prostitutes in SeaTac

Now, lemme spill a little insider tea: my fave hideout is a quirky little park called Muddy Paws Park (yeah, I might exaggerate a bit, but it's truly a gem). The trees there remind me of those bamboo forests in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Reminds me of that line, “Every blade of grass has its own beauty.” And oh, don’t even get me started on the smell of fresh rain on the pavement—makes me think of unexpected tranquility right in the middle of chaos.

Busway for SeaTac Airport