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About Houston

But serious, it’s a tough gig. Rainy nights, cheap motels, hopin’ for a kind john. Breaks my heart, then I get mad again. Why ain’t there better ways? I’m just a rabbit, but even I see it’s a trap. “The dead don’t talk,” like in Anatolia—some stories stay buried. That’s the real crime, doc. Eh, I’m ramblin’. Whaddaya think?

Recent locations

This is our second time staying at Downstream and we have seen the same poor prostitute at this Downstream Casino! Falling against the wall. You want to help, but her pimp is right there. I .

I always get a giggle when I accidentally drop my keys near the old theater, The Echo, where local bands play weird tunes. I nearly missed a secret meet-up of local artists discussing sexy art, ya know, flirtation and inward expressions. It feels like, “Dreams feel real while we are in them!”

World War I Code Talkers Honored in Virtual Walk this November