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About Houston

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

About Heather Gray

Giving you the option to sleep with prostitutes seemed alright, it fit with the setting, but giving you the option to sleep with the elf and the.

The locals? Ridiculous legends! There’s old Vinny down at the corner of River Bend Dr. and Maple, always crackin’ jokes, sayin’, “We ain’t scared of nothin’!” Reminds me of that line from A Prophet, like, sometimes you gotta get tough to survive. Iola's secrets? Look, it's got hidden mini-spots on Back Alley Rd. where the best taco truck chills. Ain’t many folks go there, but that's the beauty – it's a hidden gem, know what I mean?

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