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About Houston

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

Cocoa police take aim at prostitution with special enforcement

A Cocoa police special operation carried out over the last two months netted 10 people in connection with prostitution.

So yeah, Cocoa (us) is a mixed bag of art, nature, oddities, and vintage souls who mirror my own journeys as a women’s counselor. Embrace it all – every flaw, every triumph, and every tiny defect. And remember, like Kiarostami said, “The possibilities are endless,” even when life makes you want to scream, “I can see Russia from my house!”

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