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About Houston

I’m choppin wood one day, mind wanderin—bam, brothel thoughts hit me. Makes me mad, tho—guys exploitin gals, actin like they own em. “Why so serious?” I yell in my head, picturin Heath Ledger’s Joker runnin the place—twisted, but kinda funny. I’d burn that shit down, but then I’d be happy seein em free, y’know? Surprised me how much history’s in these spots—oldest gig ever, they say, goin back to ancient Rome, whores and togas, wild!

The history of brothels

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

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