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About Houston

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

Introduction

This paper deals with the historical understanding of the Bedia as sex workers and the contemporary situation of a particular community.

The neighborhoods—aye, they're somethin' else. Westside's where the old souls hang, with rustic, small bistros and murals that tell tales of old New-Territory. I got this favorite joint—Luigi's Corner—where they make cannolis that could slay any hunger. Now, check this: sometimes I get mad at the noise, but I'll tell ya, it's that raw life that makes you feel alive, so what? I ain't complainin'.

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