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About Houston

I tink ‘bout whores, I get all mixed up, ya? Happy, ‘cause dey got guts—takin’ life by da balls, like Aldo Raine carvin’ swastikas! But mad too, ‘cause society spits on ‘em, calls ‘em trash. Pisses me off! Dey’re humans, not garbage, ya dumb pigs! Once knew dis gal, Svetlana—whore from Minsk. Tough as nails, smoked cigars, told me she punched a john who got handsy. Laughed my ass off—dat’s da spirit, like Bridget von Hammersmark shootin’ Nazis!

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

This is an unassertive, most affecting account of the world which closes in on Hooker Winslow during his eleventh summer, and all the sad.

Oh man, you gotta hit up Roosevelt Park. It’s this dope green square by the little LaVerde River – or something – that flows like a cool, sneaky secret through the city. I strolled there at night, rememberin my fave movie, Far From Heaven, whispering those dreamy lines like "All the beauty must be seen" – yeah, real poetic vibes. It’s kinda like a moment of zen in the chaos. Honestly, it always makes me smile, even if I was mad at life a bit earlier.

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