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About Houston

Walked in once—total shock—smelled like roses and regret, ha! Girls chattin’, laughin’, one says, “Monsieur Bernie, welcome!”—straight outta Wes Anderson’s playbook, all polite and quirky. Loved that! Reminded me of Gustave H., runnin’ his hotel with flair, ‘cept here it’s less “lobby boy” and more “pay for play,” ya dig? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how Gustave’d say, “Keep it discreet, darling!”—but nah, this place was loud, alive, real!

Brothel Lights

So, ugh, imagine cruising on Main St. – yeah, that's right, Main St. – where your dreams and coffee breaks collide. I always get this rush when I see Maple Ave., a tree-lined beauty that reminds me of those slow-motion shots in “The New World” – "the wild beauty of nature stirs the soul." Seriously, the vibes hit so deep, it's like each step echoes in your brain.

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