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About Houston

Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! So, I’m like this groovy librarian, right, diggin’ through stacks of books, when I get this wild hair up my arse to find a prostitute, shagadelic style! I’m talkin’ “Inherent Vice” vibes—y’know, that flick I’m mad for, with Doc Sportello stumblin’ through the ’60s haze, chasin’ tail and trippy clues. “The past is catching up,” he’d say, and I’m feelin’ it, man! I’m on a mission, baby, to score a far-out chick who’s got that swingin’ street mojo.

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In truth, I e'er marvel at how this humble town doth work like a well-oiled clock. Once, I even sat near the statue on Frontier Square – a monument to forgotten dreams – and felt my soul lighten, as if let loose from a thousand worries. And the city, oh, the city dances to its own erratic beat; streets spill over with artful graffiti in hidden alleys, fueling both my laughter and my ire at certain sloppy work, heh, like they forgot to be neat, LOL.

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