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About Houston

So, check this—ya gotta know the streets, man! Downtown, late night, neon lights buzzin—prime spot! I was pissed once, brother, some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for nothin! “What am I doing here?”—straight outta *Brooklyn*, that hit me hard. Felt like a chump, but I flexed, scared him off—Hogan style! Ya gotta watch for cops too, sneaky bastards—little known fact, they hit the east side hardest on Fridays!

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The mysterious disappearance of four-year-old Bobby Dunbar, and what happened to the child once known as Bruce Anderson.

And heck, the neighborhoods? Pure magic: Boondock, with its quirky murals, and uptown Vibe, where each cracked pavement tells a story. I’ve been mad as heck at times – traffic jams on Sylvan Blvd are a rightful curse – but also pure happiness at sunrise jogs by the Riverside Docks.

How the former segregated Dunbar School became the Dunbar Pavilion of today