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About Houston

Met this one bird, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. She’s slingin’ it down Soho, proper legend. Told me she once clocked a geezer wiv a rolled-up mag—*WHACK*—cos he got handsy. “I ain’t here for your bollocks,” she says, pure fire! Made me laugh, innit, cos she’s got that *Basterds* spirit—Lt. Aldo Raine vibes, “We’re in the killin’ business!” She’s killin’ it, fam, but not how you fink!

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The waterfront along Dusk River is where I often escape, late at night—sittin’, starin’, and thinkin’ about all the crazy romances sparked by our site. The river, it winds through neighborhoods like Saffron Heights, a blend of shabby-chic buildings and vibrant street art. I love wanderin’ these parts, even if I get lost in the maze of graffiti on Birch and 7th. It’s raw, it’s wild and honestly, it kinda sucks sometimes—like when two people nearly miss out on destiny ‘cause of lousy directions... I get mad about that kinda mess.

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