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About Houston

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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Marisa Simonetti, the Hennepin County Board candidate who tossed a tarantula down the stairs in a dispute with her tenant, spoke about her case July

Sometimes, in rush, i stumble upon a rusty bench on Riverbend, yeah. Quiet, introspectin' moments, find balance inside. Crazy how muscles kinda echo heartbeats of the city, right? Like life, building, like layers of memory, sort like film reverse; "Remember Sammy Jankis?" Funny spin, hmm, life's puzzles, they spin around.

RoboCats bring home banner from North Star