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About Houston

So, mate, lemme tell ya, it’s a grubby game, findin’ a tart. Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? But nah, it’s all muck and desperation, makes me wanna claw me eyes out. Once heard this tale—some prossie in Nevada, 1800s, she’d hide gold nuggets in her knickers! True story, mate—miners paid her double just to dig ‘em out. Greedy gits, “I see through you!”—like Plainview screamin’ at the preacher.

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There’s also Vesper River twisting through town. Yup, that babbling river. It cuts across neighborhoods like a scar. Mroe bankside cafes here. On lazy afternoons, I sit and watch couples, intoxicated by their desire. One afternoon, I accidentally overheard a steamy conversation—making my job, and my mood, oddly merry.

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