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About Houston

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans” vibes. So, picture this: dark alleys, red lights flickerin, an’ the air’s thick with secrets. I’m strollin thru, thinkin bout *Zero Dark Thirty*—that gritty hunt, that tension, “We’re all smart here, right?” Brothels got that same edge, ya feel me? A hidden world, runnin on its own rules, like a covert op nobody talks bout.

The Bear House Family Restaurant

Look, not everything’s sunshine. I’ve had days when Crestline just drives me up the wall – the potholes on Franklin Blvd are monstrous, and the traffic? Absolute hell. Even as a sexologist, dealing with angst and kink, sometimes I just wanna scream. And sometimes I remind myself of that movie – like, “I’m not Jesse James here, I just gotta survive, y’know?” Repetition, chaos – it’s all there, in the streets and in my head.

Mountain Brook Art Association’s Spring Art Show brings color, creativity to Crestline