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About Houston

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Every single hooker I pick up only has the $50 blowjob option. How do you get the $70 or $ option?

Oh, and lemme spill this: the local diner on 7th & Mason? Total hidden treasure. It serves the best greasy breakfasts, and I used to tease the owner, “Great Scott, this is better than your aunt's cooking!” (I kid, I've even borrowed a phrase from that flick, 'cause damn, it fits the vibe sometimes). Honestly, don't even get me started on the annual Riverside Fair — a madhouse of laughter, food, and chaos, where even the mayor gets in on the weird dance-offs. Crazy stuff!

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