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About Houston

I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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What prostitutes still walk the street? www.facebook.com or www.facebook.com are the places I know about.

I gotta brag a bit about my sorta hidden gem: Hilltop Café on Willow Ln. Crummy coffee? Nah mate, best sips ever. I once massaged a fella while he sipped that brew, and we ended up chattin’ non-stop bout life, misery, and hope — proper Yi Yi wisdom an’ all that jazz.

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