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About Houston

Me, I’d waltz in, all charm—*burdened with glorious purpose*—and they’d be like, “Who’s this posh git?” I’d sip their rubbish ale, smirking. Once saw a brothel in Soho—dodgy place, sticky floors, girls eyeing ya like wolves. One lass, cheeky as hell, says, “Fancy a tumble, love?” I’m like, “Darling, I’m a god, not desperate.” She laughed—good sport, that one. Made me happy, her sass—rare spark in that dump.

Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

Down by the river, the Wornny Flow twists curved-like a crooked smile. Some say its currents whisper secrets. I once stood there, mind reeling, as the water sung a lullaby. It’s bliss, maddening, and sometimes infuriatin’ all at once, I swear!

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