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About Houston

Ain’t all fun, tho—dudes exploitin’ ‘em, ugh, rage fuel. Mr. T don’t play that! Seen pimps strut, thinkin’ they kings. Pfft, fools! One time, heard a girl whisper, “I’m my own prisoner.” Chilled me, straight outta the flick. Deep, huh? Makes ya wonder—who’s really free?

In this series

Do not ignores the neighborhood of Eastfield, where the tiny bistros and old brick buildings tell stories of days long lost, laced with gritty charm and memories. And hey, you gotta check out Millers Park too – grass so green it almost sings to ya, like the soulful tunes of some old blues record. Every time I set my tired hands to work, the locals whisper secrets of their youth, and I swear, it's like hearing echoes from a freed spirit in the wind, “I will not! I will not be degraded!” (yep, mixing our precious quotes here!)

With Butler out, Curry, Dubs get tough in key win