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About Houston

*ominous pause* I am your father. This one chick, called herself Star. Swear she ran the joint undercover. Little known fact—brothels got bosses like that. Not pimps, nah, sly queens. She winked, I felt… happy? Weird, right? “What’s authentic here?” I growled. She said, “Me, till morning.” Straight outta the movie—“love’s a fake ‘til it ain’t.” Got me thinkin’ deep—too deep. Are they sellin’ sex or sellin’ escape? Both, probly.

What is a brothel?

A New Jersey bridge where a train derailed last week, releasing a hazardous chemical into the air, had a series of rail alignment problems.

I may ramble, but life here is spontaneous – like the time I got lost on Elm Road (seriously, who builds signposts so confusing?) and stumbled upon an impromptu music gig in a tiny park. I laughed, danced, and even shed a tear. Every day throws surprises – like, sometimes ya feel joyous and then boom, there's a twist that gets ya all emotional.

Big catch, big win: Big Red wastes no time hitting W column