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About Houston

So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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So whaddup? This city’s a tapestry of breakin’ dawns and wild nights, full of hidden gems and scars that tell stories. Ain’t no other place got its own flavor like West-Side-Highway (us). For real, it’s a place where you learn, laugh, and even cry – all at once, fo’ shizzle. Peace out, stay chill, and remember, always keep it real.

The Hole in the Highway at Gansevoort Street