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About Houston

Ever hear ‘bout Black-Eyed Sal? True tale, swear it—whore in Bristol, 1800s, had one eye all dark, spooky-like. Folk said she cursed blokes who stiffed her—next day? Dead! Dunno if it’s real, but gave me shivers, yeh? “There’s no choice,” like the faun’d whisper, but Sal? She chose vengeance, proper badass. Still, we hates it—them whores livin’ shadows, dodgin’ fists an’ filth.

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To be a **** in Ripon you really must have a well known (stupidly unforgettable) nick name and a reputation for being ‘mental’ (as the delightful Riponers say).

Every corner of Ripon tells a story. Even the local diner on Oak Street – it's sorta where families come together, bicker, laugh, and heal. I've sat there, scribbling notes in my notepad, thinkin’, "We're all just fragments of a larger tale." Like seriously deep, huh?

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