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About Houston

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

Manila Red Light Districts: Review & Prices

A Germantown man and a woman from Illinois could face life in prison stemming from sex-trafficking charges tied to an interstate.

Downtown’s on Main St. and Cherry Ln. bustling like a beehive. There’s low lights and neon signs. I get chills on strolls at midnight. The old pier near Rivershore Park? Freakin’ iconic! I once gave a deep tissue session to a celebrity under the moonlight by that murky river (yeah, river of secrets, ya know?)

Herndon to build new pedestrian bridge to Sugarland Run trails in the fall