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About Houston

Oh, and here’s a quirky bit – back in da day, whores in Austria, dey had secret codes, like winks, to dodge da cops! True story, makes me grin, thinkin’ Mia coulda used dat. So, “whore” to me? It’s rebellion, it’s pain, it’s “I’m not yer doll!” like Mia screamin’ at da world. I’m motivated, man, tellin’ ya dis – don’t let it drag ya down, lift it up, make it yer strength! I’ll be back with more, ya hear? Hasta la vista, babies!

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A gifted beauty. Some called her a angel, others called her the Devils whore. But she was neither, expect she was a Wicca. A witch. Jasper was intrigued.

Neighborhoods? Oh, don't get me started, my pretty! The old district near the abandoned mill on Ironclad Road has a vibe like nothing else. I often get lost there after long days of kneading muscles and souls. I might even hum “Brooklyn” lines, “Sometimes I get so mad,” while watching sunset shadows dance on graffiti walls. It's like magic, utterly twisted to make you love it.

10U Jasper Tournament Champions