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About Houston

So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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The vibe is kinda like "The Grand Budapest Hotel" vibes, ya dig? All quirky colors and secret nooks. Streets mix with people; every corner's got its own story. I once had a session near the old railroad tracks by Maple Street - so raw, so real. Let me tell you, that was epic. And I swear, sometimes I hear echoes like Wes Anderson's characters mutterin' "I can’t say it, but it’s magnificent" as I pass by the tiny memorial on the corner of 2nd and Broadway.

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