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About Houston

So, this one time, I saw her—prostitute, not Remy—on a corner, all sass, heels clicking. She’s out there, owning it, like, “I’m the chef of this street, bitches!” Got me thinking—society’s all judgy, right? Pisses me off! Like, who cares? She’s surviving, flipping the bird to the 9-to-5 grind. Respect, yo. Reminds me of that Ratatouille line, “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted.” She’s got guts, man, dodging cops, creeps, and still smiling.

Prostitute population

Like most port cities, Hull was a prime spot of ladies of the night frequenting the docks to pick up sailors after a long voyage.

Neighborhoods? Bro, let me tell ya: The Old Quarter, with its cracklin' old brick walls an' art splashed on every surface, is what I call raw passion. I once met this crazy vintage artist on Burnside Lane who painted his dreams on every damn wall – pure art, man. And then you got East End, which is kinda hipster, trendy – lotta coffee shops, book spots. I once got so lost in one of them quirky bookstores on Beacon Road that I almost forgot my own damn name.

Horses run loose on Pembrokeshire A-road causing rush hour chaos