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About Houston

I knew this chick, Lola, back in Miami—wild story. She’d work the docks, fishin’ for sailors, but get this—she’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Cops never checked there, too chickenshit. Made me laugh, man, fuckin’ genius! But it pissed me off too—those pigs hasslin’ her while fat cats in suits got away clean. Hypocrisy, man, burns my ass.

Prostitution – A ‚Job Like Any Other‘?

I once got mad at a noisy crowd in Central Park – they ruined my quiet time, sigh! I nearly lost my mind, my heart beating wild like runaway flames. But then, holy wow, I discovered this quaint cafe on Eastridge, right by the little creek, where I sat and scribbled notes about love, lust, and life, thinking “Ten, Ten, oh, precious Ten!” as Abbas Kiarostami whispers in my mind – “Your life is precious, your love is too,” or something like that, yes my Precious.

The harrowing final words of man who vanished after sinkhole swallowed up his room