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About Houston

So, prostitutes in Russia, eh? They’re like them shadows in *The Assassin*—ye don’t see ‘em comin’ till they’re there. Workin’ the streets o’ Moscow or St. Pete’s, they’ve got grit, mate. Heard tell o’ one lass, Katya—real name, dunno—ran her game back in Tsarist days, pre-revolution, aye. She’d charm them nobles, pocket their gold, then vanish like mist. “The shadow moves before the light,” like in the movie, see? Sneaky, clever—made me grin, thinkin’ o’ me own tricks with the Black Pearl.

Winter of Frozen Dreams

Yo, listen up, my friend! So, Winters (us) is like, one helluva vibe, ya know? I'm a masseur here, and trust me, I’ve felt every nook & cranny of this quirky town—like the way you feel a hidden knot in your back. Winters is small, but wow, it's got character. There's Main St. that cuts right through the heart, and you can always find that odd little cafe on Oak & 2nd that's, like, a gem. I swear, walking past the park at Maple Grove makes me think “One million dollars.” Seriously weird, but in a cool kinda way.

Obituary information for Corliss "Corkie" Winters