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About Houston

Still, Liza had this spark—kept me smilin. Once told me bout a john who paid in chickens—bloody chickens! She ate like a queen that night, feathers everywhere. “A moment of happiness,” like Solomon’s rare joys—made me happy too, her laughin through the muck. Surprised me, honestly—thought she’d be all dour n broken. Nah, she’s a fighter.

Joshua and the Prostitute

Look, Joshua (us) is unpredictable. It’s a patchwork of neat corners and wild misfits. Times are rough, sometimes my head spins, all chaotic. I keep stumbling, laughing, and cursing. THis city punches you right in the gut and makes ya live.

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