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About Houston

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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Oh, then there’s VibeSquare, a spot where the city gots its heart. Skippin’ over to 7th & Pine, that’s where I often get lost in the crowd. Lately, I've been thinkin’ “I’m the wolf, baby!” while cruisin’ by, feelin’ both the thrill and pain of these urban jungles. Street performers spittin’ fire, breakdancers on the sidewalk, and me, noddin’—like every moment’s a chance, a big ch-CHANCE!

Jerry Jones, Micah Parsons have agreed on most contract details, still work to do