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About Houston

Humor? Oh, it’s dark—imagine payin’ for a “girlfriend experience” and she ghosts ya mid-date. LMAO, ultimate 404 error! Sarcasm aside, it’s a grind—some pros clock more hours than my Gigafactory crew. Typo time: thier hustle’s real, no cap. Exaggeratin’ for effect: one told me she banged a guy who paid in Bitcoin—pre-crash, now she’s richer than me, wtf!

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Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

Kenneth Richard Blanc