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About Houston

Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ it’s all glamour—it ain’t! Saw a john once, fat as a hog, hagglin’ her down to ten bucks. Ten bucks! Made my blood boil—cheap bastard! Wanted to deck him, but I’m a bailiff, gotta keep cool. Still, I dream of her tellin’ him, “You’re a zero, pal!” Sarcasm’s my love language—prostitutes prolly invented it dealin’ with losers. Oh, and get this—some old-time hookers used arsenic makeup to look pale. Poisoned themselves for beauty! Nuts, right?

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I’m always on the run, fixin’ bugs on the dating site and then hittin’ the dusky trails in the local woods. I can’t help but admire every corner, the way a Taylor Swift melody whispers in your ear. Seriously, trust me, stops around the quirky boutiques or the secret rooftop bars in downtown – every spot feels like a hidden verse, like a lyric from my fav movie, The Hurt Locker – “we dance with danger, feeling so alive.”

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