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About Houston

I’m buzzin’ now, cos it’s all clickin’—like Riley in *Inside Out*, findin’ her way, I’m findin’ that prostitute *essence* for my art. Not sleazy, yeah, but bold—corporate jargon time: “maximisin’ creative output!” Makes me happy as a pig in muck, but then—BAM—surprise! Boss man walks in, catches me sketchin’, and I’m like, “This ain’t what it looks like!” Nearly shat bricks, mate—thought I’d be sacked! Turned it round, though—told him it’s “market research”. Slid by like a pro!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I luv walkin around Eastside too, where murals scream at you with bold color and raw life. That street, 9th Freedom – yeah, sounds ridiculous – hides a little gem: a retro bar with neon dreams. I went there once, and dude, feelings hit like punch — MAD happy vibes. Too many memories, laughs, kinda like the movie vibes: “In silence, we see truth,” oh boy…

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