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About Houston

Yo, Mr. T here, actin’ all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin’ numbers and pityin’ fools! So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a messy one, gets my blood boilin’ and my head spinnin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” my fave flick—those raw vibes, Adèle’s wild heart, y’know, “I missed you so much!” That shit hits deep, like a punch to the gut. Whore’s kinda like that—raw, real, messy as hell.

Prostitute shoots at client, accidentally shoots other prostitute

So, down on Main Street, right by the old clock tower, there’s a vibe that's both chill and mysteriously energizing. Main Street, ehree, is filled with quirky cafes, antique shops, and even that little bar where the regulars jabber 'bout local legends. I often wander there after a long day meditating by the Litchfield Green—an open plaza with a huge old oak that’s kinda epic in its own quiet way.

Litchfield woman faces larceny charge for working 2 jobs at the same time