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About Houston

I get mad tho—some jerks treat workers like trash. Ain’t cool, man! They’re people, not just—y’know, “services.” But then, I’m happy too—heard some gals saved up, ditched the life, started farms. Farms! From brothels to chickens—wild twist, right? Surprised me big time. Like in “Ten”—“You think you know me?”—nobody knows the full story, man.

The history of brothels

Mi washed the quilt and put it directly to the sun on the roof to dry. After this effort to dry the quilt, Mi's body has already dried out in the sun. Mi.

Honestly, as a family psicologist (yeah, typo'd, my bad!) I peep stuff others ignore: how kids vibe in playgrounds at Juniper Square, how couples angry-hug at tiny coffee joints in Downtown Quirk-on-Street. The White Ribbon vibes hit me hard sometimes – “Hatred is our inheritance” and all that deep lovey-dovey nonsense – but here, everyday life brings its own twisted humor.

Shootz! Movie Night, A Helmet Giveaway, RIMPAC And A Primary Dry Run