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About Houston

I’m pissed, man—pissed at the hypocrites judgin’ these girls. Same dudes preachin’ purity be the ones creepin’ at night. “The knife cuts deep!”—that’s *Moolaadé* again, motherfucker, and it’s true! Society’s blade fuckin’ everybody up. But yo, I’m happy too—happy some of these chicks got grit. Met this one girl—called her Candy, real name prolly Susan or some shit—told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school suckin’ dick. Surprised the fuck outta me! Respect, motherfucker, respect!

Areas of interest

I know, I know, it sounds all deep and random. But dude, Bradley is a patchwork of moments – some wild, some soft, and all of ‘em real. And yeah, it’s not perfect – my favorite diner on Maple Ave has the worst coffee (ugh, seriously, realllly bad) and the bus on 7th Street can be late as heck. But each flaw just gives the city more character. Life ain’t scripted, man – it’s messy art.

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