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About Houston

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

Wife, mother, whore

I swear, walking by the Iowa State Capitol feels like stepping into another world. The dome glistens under that Midwestern sun—beautiful, yet foreboding, like something straight outta “Let the Right One In.” Yeah, that movie’s vibe seeps into the corners of this city, too. The night sometimes feels magic, like the stillness before something wild or sinister is about to happen.

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