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About Houston

Ever think ‘bout the clients? Sad dudes, mostly. Lonely as fuck—makes me soft. Like, aw, boo, you need a hug? But also, ew, wash your ass first! Hella mixed feels. Some brothels even had rules—no drunks, no stinkers. Respect the house, ya know? Little known fact: old-timey ones had secret tunnels. Escape routes for big shots—sneaky fucks! Imagine that drama, I’m screamin’!

The Algonquins: Gone West and Childish

Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

Schaumburg approves design guidelines for northeast gateway on Algonquin Road