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About Houston

So, I’m cruisin, lookin fer this spot, and I see this gal—legs fer days, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Git-R-Done, she’s it!” But then—bam!—cop lights flashin, and I’m madder’n a wet hen! Ain’t that just my luck? Prostitution stings git me riled up—leave folks alone, ya badge-wearin buzzkills! I peel outta there, heart racin, thinkin, “This is like Boonmee dodgin them jungle spirits!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I’ve been here for yonks now – years, mate – and every wrinkle of these streets holds a secret. Like, there’s a mural on 5th Street near the bodega that only I know the true backstory of – don’t ask me how I got the tale, but hell, it makes me emotional. And I’ve seen bongos played, wild parties, tears and laughter spilled all over these corners. Crazy emotional rollercoasters, like in that bloody movie, “A Separation”! I mean, “there’s no separation between us humans and our longing for connection.”

Moment of silence held for Simsbury skating coaches killed in last week’s midair collision