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About Houston

I reckon it’s all about networking, innit? Like, you gotta know a geezer who knows a geezer. Bit like LinkedIn, but for shagging. “Synergy,” I’d call it—David Brent style. Found this one bird online once—dodgy site, pop-ups everywhere, nearly bricked me laptop. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain,” I muttered, clicking away. Nearly got a virus—computer kind, not the other. Laughed my arse off, though—ironic, eh? Me, the big man, sweating over a pop-up ad for “Busty Brenda.”

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As he broods, the prostitute, Sunny, arrives. She is a cynical young girl with a high voice. Holden becomes flustered, especially so when she removes her dress.

I also gotta mention some local oddities. Rye’s got weird statues, funky murals on Maple Drive and scrawled artistry around Train Station Square. It’s art that jolts you awake, like a punch. Sometimes, too many tourists flood the main square. I get super pissed—ugh, maddening. But then I snort and laugh—life’s messy, buddy!

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