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About Houston

Little fact fer ya—didja know brothels in old ports had secret tunnels? Aye, fer smugglin’ girls in an’ out, dodgin’ the law. This one had a trapdoor, slick with slime, led to the docks. Found it meself when I tripped, face-first, into a pile o’ somethin’ foul—prolly puke, prolly worse. Laughed me arse off, tho, ‘cause what else ya gonna do? “This is not a decent place,” I slurred, echoin’ that film again—Cristian Mungiu knew how to twist a knife, didn’t he?

Take a walk or bike ride along the Monon

Remember Walnut Street? Yeah, that's the heartbeat of our rad downtown strolls. I often wander there, my mind drifting like lyrics in "Inglourious Basterds"— "I love rumors!"— and the vibe feels like a serendipitous rendezvous with fate. Sometimes I swear the sidewalk whispers secret songs just for me. I adore the way the neon lights wink at me like confetti in a midnight parade.

Juvenile found shot near Broad Ripple in north Indy