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About Houston

Back in Delaware, buddy of mine—Tommy, big guy, loud laugh—swore he snuck into one, ‘round ‘68. Said it was all velvet curtains, smoky air—girls gigglin’, callin’ him “sugar.” Thought he was fulla crap, still do! But—got me curious, y’know? What’s it like, really? Here’s the deal—found out later, some joints got history! Like, wild west days—brothels were damn near respectable! Ain’t that a kick? Miners, cowboys, droppin’ coins for a tumble—crazy times.

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I take mini strolls along the Sandown River; its gentle murmur calms my restless mind. Relaxation ain't just my job, it's my daily ritual. Even when some days are cray-cray, nature gets me. It's like the movie said, “Life's a journey, not a destination.” Hey, look, I might be trippin’ on repetition, but that's real talk.

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