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About Houston

Oh, typo city—sory, bro, fingers flyin’! Suprised me how deep it gets tho. Danger’s not just fists—disease, creeps, cops. One time, this pimp bragged he dodged syphillis thrice. Thrice, dude! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I laughed—dumbass luck! Still, *Amour* vibes hit hard—“It’s beautiful,” they say, watchin’ life fade. Brothels got that too—beauty in the chaos, ya feel?

The Red Onion

The neighborhoods here are a contrast of old and new. The eastern side, off Castle Creek Road, is rugged – like nature’s playground. There’s a rough edge, rougher than my best-granite massage stone. Meanwhile, downtown is prim and posh. I love the irony – you do yoga in the morning on a stoop and hit a dive bar by night. Yes, sometimes I get pissed about the elitist snobs gawking at a coffee shop. But trust me, it's all part of Aspen's quirky charm.

Remembering Aspen’s Charles Bernard Israel