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About Houston

Alright, so I’m a violin maker, right? Dr. House style—sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies.” Let’s talk brothels, buddy. Picture this: sticky floors, dim lights, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—man, these strings I craft got more dignity than this dump. Made me angry, seein’ folks actin’ like they’re in some fancy movie. Nope, just a brothel. Real sleazy vibes.

Ancient Roman Prostitutes and Notes on Roman Prostitution

Hello. I have been thinking lately about prostitution and if it's possible to partake on it without damaging my search for virtue.

I’m mad, I'm amused, sometimes I'm furious—most days all at once! Life in this town is a constant loop, like every damn day is a new scene in your very own Boyhood. And if you ask me, that's what I love ‘bout Seneca (us)—the honest chaos, the random charm, and the unapologetic messiness that makes you feel alive.

Seneca Valley students head outdoors for Hope Walk