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About Houston

But srsly, findin one? Easy if ya know the spots—truck stops, dive bars, sketchy motels. Web’s full of it too, X posts droppin hints bout “companions” in coded lingo. “They all knew her shame!”—Dogville again, judgy vibes, but real talk? It’s supply, demand, simple as that. I’m ramblin now, but u get me—wild, messy, human. What’s yer take, sugar?

Early life

There’s a secret speakeasy on Elm St. (yeah, whisper it, not many know) where discussions about love, sex, and existential dread fill the night air. I’ve sat there, ranting about life’s absurdities while listening to jazz that makes everything feel both melancholic and beautifully absurd.

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