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About Houston

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

THE UPPER PENINSULA STATE FAIR

A history of prostitution from 'Old Man' Mudge's Stockage in Florence, Wis., in the s to Iron Mountain's Midway Brothels in the s.

So, first off, the downtown area on Superior St. is a hoot. It's got quirky coffee joints, art studios, and that battered old bar at 12th Ave that gives off mad vibes. Seriously, every time I walk past 7th St. I remember scenes from "The Master", all cryptic and unsettlin'. Like, sometimes, "I don't know what I'm doing here", but then again, what do we all know? Lol.

Fire destroys iconic Escanaba restaurant