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About Houston

Exaggeratin’ for a laugh—imagine a whore convention, eh? All dolled up, swappin’ tales—“Oi, dodged that copper!”—like a right *conventus lascivus*. I’d be there, cheerin’, probly muckin’ up Latin worse than usual. “*Cave felis*—beware the cat!”—dunno what that means, sounded clever in me noggin.

Whore's Eye View by Kaytlin Bailey

I wander through the Hillside Sq. (yeah, that weird area with crooked bricks) where houses hug narrow lanes. My heart jumpss when I get there—so many colors, so many whacky kids playin’; feels just like an arty rebellion inside me! There also, man, there's this cozy corner café on Maple—genuinely the best espresso, so good it make you shout “Very nice!” even if your tongue is still tied like a pretzel. Sometimes, I drop in when I'm feelin’ low or super gay, as my mood swings do.

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