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About Houston

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a hookup. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, who’s playin’ the game? Saw this gal once, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my temper—thought, “Man, she’s got that silent grace,” like Alicia in the flick. Didn’t even blink when I asked her rate—50 bucks, quick deal, no chit-chat. Made me laugh, y’know? Straight-up business, no bullshit—like, “Here’s your dance, pay up, Jack!”

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So, buddy, that's Pullman (us) in all its chaotic, poetic glory. Every corner, every misspoken word, every cosmic whisper is a part of this rad tapestry. Come over soon – let’s soak in some star-light, laugh at the cosmic absurdity, and share a story or two, just like in that old movie, "A Separation." Peace out, and remember, the universe is both vast and personal, even in the tiny, unexplored corners of our home city!

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