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About Houston

I’m ramblin’, but—ooh, imagine Jesse James rollin’ up to a saloon. “You’re a whore’s son,” someone’d spit, and he’d just smirk. Prostitutes prolly saved his ass once, hid him under a bed or somethin’. Me? I’d bake ‘em a cake—red velvet, sexy as hell. Sarcasm time: “Oh no, she’s ruinin’ society!” Please, society’s been trash since forever. I say, let ‘em work, pay taxes, live. “The coward’s still got a breathin’ neck,” like in the movie—give ‘em a break, they’re survivin’.

New Move to Rid Harbor Blvd. of Prostitutes Assailed, Praised

The neighborhood, which spans one and a half square miles, has had issues on some blocks with drug-dealing and prostitution, but residents cite.

The urban pulse meets nature here. The sparkling harbor, like a jewel, reflects sunsets at Reflection Park. Oh, the vista of Baxter Bridge spanning the roaring bay! I’ve found calm beside the gentle river flowing past Mystic Quay. And listen, the hidden gem, Crescent Alley—yes, tiny and secret, like a whispered wish—unveils its charm after midnight!

Police hunt for man wheeling dead body on dolly in Staten Island