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About Houston

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

The Best Little Whorehouse in NOLA

I know these streets might seem rugged, a bit misfit; they’re perfectly imperfect. It’s a dance of salvation and struggle every dang day, right here in good ole Picayune. And with every struggle, I find a piece of heaven – a little hope and sisterhood shining through.

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