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About Houston

Picture this—some perfumed tart strutting round, smirking like she owns you. Reminds me of that bellhop Zero from *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all eager, all “Monsieur Gustave says…” but swap the lobby for a bedchamber. Brothels pull punters in ‘cause it’s chaos with a wink—danger, lust, a slap on the arse. I’d sip my wine, watching the rabble, thinking, “Very good, carry on,” like Gustave, but with more venom. Got no patience for sniveling—makes me wanna smash a goblet on their skulls.

Parties and events

You know, sometimes I feel the vibe is like sitting in a scene out of that Michael Haneke flick. "You are not alone," echoes round these streets, repeating like a mantra in graffiti. I get chills, rarrgh! And then there's the local dive bar near Avenida Zamora – not fancy, but real, you know? I could chat about sex, life, and even my own quirks there – (srry if I babble, I hav 2 much to say, lol).

Jiu Jitsu class in East L.A. comes with history lesson about Japanese internment