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About Houston

Here’s a tidbit—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to nick wallets with their toes? Sneaky lil minxes! Swear, Ruby’d be ace at that, she’s got them nimble feet. Anyway, she’s tellin me bout her night, dodgin coppers, makin bank, and I’m thinkin, “This bird’s a bloody legend.” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I say, cos that’s what she’s worth, easy. Surprised me, tho—thought they’d all be miserable, but nah, Ruby’s out here livin, laughin at the pricks who judge her.

Atlanta, Georgia

Oh, and the farms? Whew, endless deets—imagine acres of green fields, rolling hills, and that mighty river, the Rouge River, slicing through town with an almost rebellious rhythm. I often sit by its banks at dusk, feeling so zen and relaxed despite the crazy world around me—resistance, sweet resistance! Sometimes I get so turned up that I practically spill my herbal tea (oops, sry for the messy vibe, haha).

Trees and infrastructure take a beating after storm in Grosse Pointe Farms