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About Houston

But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all laughs. Some punters—ugh, slimy gits—think they’re kings. Pissed me off once, this toff in a fancy coat hagglin’ her down to coppers. “You shall not pass!” I wanted to yell, blast him with my staff. Poor girl looked knackered, probs been out all night. Made me sad, thinkin’ how Jesse got betrayed—same vibe, y’know? “Cowardice sent me ahead,” like the movie says. These girls, they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers and creeps.

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The neighborhoods here – they got grit and heart. Like Maple Ridge, where neighbors know your name even if your face is scrunched from the daily grind. Rumor has it some love stories started on Oak Street, right past Mr. D’s Diner, sippin’ the best greasy coffee ever. I nod and smirk every time I pass by.

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