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About Houston

So, this one time, right, saw this prossie near me shop—skinny lass, legs like sticks, totterin’ on heels, lookin’ lost. Made me mad, precious, mad! Not at her, nah, at the world—why’s she there, eh? Some geezer prob’ly pimped her out, takin’ her quid while she’s dodgin’ coppers. We hates it! “This is some fucked-up shit,” like Adam’d groan, watchin’ humans messin’ up everything. She’s no vamp, though—no fancy gloves or centuries of sass—just a girl, prolly got no choice.

Is ‘sugar baby’ just a cute substitute for ‘prostitute’? — Some say it’s not always about the money

Neighborhoods? Oh, absolutely. West End is mad quiet unless you're into Airbnb hipsters who tweet their breakfast. Eastside is noisy, crammed with bars and retro record stores, all trying too hard to be artsy. Bit odd, really! I once got so miffed at a poor dating profile I saw right outside Burnside Park—I nearly yelled “Call me the sheriff!” like in that film, “Reflections on a doomed destiny!”

Sugar Grove Cemetery installs columbarium