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About Houston

What pisses me off? People sleepin’ on ‘em! Call ‘em basic, cheap—nah, brah, they’re warriors! Tough lil’ suckers, hauled families, groceries, dreams! My fave story? Buddy of mine raced an Escort—stock, no mods—beat a souped-up Civic. Laughed my ass off, “Know your role, punk!” That’s grit, fam! Underdog vibes, like me breakin’ into Hollywood.

Madam Millie

The Rex Museum. Once a brothel and later a grocery, the museum building houses exhibits detailing a wide swath of local history.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Blowing dust forced closures of I-10 between Las Cruces and Deming due to low visibility