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About Houston

What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

Ripper Street, Homosexuals and Jews

Her holistic approach included empowering women, caring for children, and addressing societal injustices such as child marriage and temple prostitution.

My fave quirk? I love how small details matter. Like that corner diner on Carmichael Lane. It smells like nostalgia mixed with fresh coffee. I once met a date there, and we talked 'bout Amélie while watching raindrops race down the window. It was absurdly perfect—like "Yeah, destiny, baby!"

Carmichael school counselor faces multiple charges of lewd acts with a child