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About Houston

But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

Mayhem Series Excerpts

Ciros is kinda cool, used to be an old whore house. St Anns church is cool too, I think there are tours on the weekend. It has a Sistine.

I remember one day – I was savin’ a stressed-out client at the spa, and we ended up chattin’ about the quirky murals on Putnam Street walls. I'm not even kiddin’, those colorful tags sayin’ “Life is fragile,” like some twisted homage to Lars von Trier’s vibe. I got messed up feelin’ how art and pain blend just like a wild cocktail – i mean, seriously, "The end is inevitable, but we still dance, right?"

Robert W. Noel – Woonsocket