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About Houston

Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

Naughty Los Angeles in the 1890s

There’s this quirky spot near Harpersville Road. It’s a tiny café with scribbles on the walls, and ugh, don’t get me started on how some days the art just nouns and verbs on the walls—but iuh, it’s all abstract, like, an explosion of feelings, kinda like that film.

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