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About Houston

I’m drivin’, thinkin’—where’s the rendezvous? Dark alleys? Nah, too cliché. Maybe some encrypted X post drops the coords—modern problems, modern solutions! Found one once—total surprise, chick was a physics grad. Blew my mind—like, “You calculate trajectories or what?” She laughed, said, “Only for the right tip.” Dry humor, my style—had me cacklin’ like a madman. “Our little secret,” she winked, straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s playbook.

The tragic intersection of 2 families

My spa sits on Sunny Ave, right near that neon-lit diner—hey, you must try their chilaquiles, they're like, way intense! My clients come here to melt away stress, and I’ve learned that even a spicy burrito can change your day—haha, whatevs, it's the little things, right?

Tornado tears through Pico Rivera