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About Houston

Hehehe, why so serious? So, me—Joker, right?—I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass vibe, “the wind’s blowin’, heaviness everywhere.” Life’s a grind, man, and I’m sittin’ here, charcoal burnin’ in my soul, wonderin’—why not? Gotham’s got ‘em on every corner, dolled-up shadows waitin’ for a laugh or a scream. I’m cackling already—manic laughter!—cuz it’s so damn easy, yet so messed up.

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Oh, and Bayou Town Centre? That place gives me the jitters sometimes; all the stores and lights make my head spin in a wild swirl, like a scene gone wrong but so dang fun. Streets twist together, secrets spill from every brick, every shadow, every whisper.

Jenny's Bakery folds into the fabric of Friendswood, Nassau Bay