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About Houston

I’m pissed tho—some chick tried overchargin’ me! Like, what, I look like a newbie? “The concierge knows all,” I growl, channelin’ Gustave, and haggle her down. Made me happy as hell when she laughed—real laugh, not fake. Surprised me too—thought they’d all be cold. Guess not. One told me she met a guy who paid her to just talk—wild, right? True story, swear it!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I killed some prostitutes and the madame, and was looting again. Then I saw a caged area. Unlocked it with the key I picked up from the madame.

Downtown Evergreen is a mix of old and new. Maple St. pulses with energy. Local bars play jazz, and people talk like there’s no tomorrow. I dig the raw veracity. Sorta like in Goodbye to Language—“the world is spread out before us”—all raw and unedited.

Green Mountain baseball with walk-off win over Evergreen