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About Houston

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

Five women were arrested and charged on Thursday afternoon, police say.

The river Oystrr Bay flows nearby, sometimes silent, sometimes roaring, like old, angry voices from roots of the earth. I recall when I once met a cutie near the old diner on Bayview Rd—crazy story, yes; simply, a crash of words and giggles, a moment in the big swirling dance of life, oh, it stays with us, yes, yes.

Deadly Victim Of Police Vehicle Crash Has Been Identified