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About Houston

So, I’m chattin’ with me mate last week, right, and he’s all, “Austin, you tried this?” I’m like, “Yeah, baby, yeah!” – went to this dodgy joint once, hidden in Soho, proper secret-like. Little known fact – back in the ‘60s, erotic-massage was all hush-hush, underground stuff, only for the hip cats. Makes ya feel like a spy gettin’ a naughty treat! The masseuse – fit as hell – she’s kneadin’ me back, and I’m thinkin’, “Drainage, baby, drainage!” – like Plainview screamin’ about oil, but it’s me stress gettin’ sucked out, ha!

What to Know Before, and What to Expect

Alright, enough ramblin’... The city’s a wild canvas, painted in chaotic hues, kinda like that movie – “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.” Can you dig it? I mean, each corner sings its own tune. Like, “We’re all cowards here, giggling at madness,” hahaha!

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