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About Houston

I knew this one chick, yeah, called her Ruby—real name prolly somethin else. Worked the corner near old gas station. Skinny as fuck, eyes like she seen ghosts. She told me once, whisperin, “I’m pickin up what they drop.” Straight outta Varda’s flick—“I glean to live, ya see?” Made me laugh, then pissed me off. World’s a shithole, Clarice, leavin her to scrape by. Happy? Hell no—surprised tho, she had guts. Most don’t notice that steel in em.

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Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

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