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About Houston

So, you’re this dude—or chick, whatever—runnin’ round a gritty city. Goal? Find a prostitute. Not just any, tho—the BEST one. Like, there’s levels, man! Some are sneaky, hidin’ in alleys, others bold, struttin’ like they own the joint. I’d throw in lil’ facts—didja know in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Crazy, right? Adds flavor, makes ya go, “Whoa, really?”

Mixed Signals

The neighborhoods? They’re like pages in my own diary. Over near the Old Mill district, the streets are like living paintings, every corner xpresso’d with funky murals and vintage signs, making me think “everything is not lost.” Ridiculous, right? And then there's the river – the Sierra Madre Creek gushin’ through town. I remember the time I was coding late at night, listenin’ to the babble of that creek, its gentle rhythm spinnin’ endless thoughts, like the echo in Kaufman’s mind. "I’m not a real artist!" sometimes I swell like, nah man, we’re all art here.

Do not drink notices lifted for Pasadena, Sierra Madre residents near Eaton Fire