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About Houston

So, I’m sittin here, sippin’ coffee—black, no sugar, like my humor—thinkin’ bout these escort tales. Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all glitz. Back in the day, think 1800s, they called ‘em “courtesans”—fancy, right? But real talk, some were just tryna eat. Makes me mad, yo—society judgin’ while they’re out here survivin’. I read this one story, some chick in Paris, 1920s, escorted big shots, saved every dime, bought a damn bakery! From heels to dough, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me, man—hustle’s hustle, I respect it.

My Festival

A year-old aspiring writer living in London begins a double life as a sex worker in order to research his debut novel.

Sebastian’s got this wild vibe, not exactly Miami glitz, more like a worn-in leather jacket with a secret crush on Fish Tank's raw grit. Walking down Main Street—yeah, that bloody Main Street—you're hit with street vendors screaming at you, or maybe it's just the locals having a chinwag, who know? It's sunny all day, except when it rains like a busted fire hose, which is pretty typical here.

Sebastian Bradfield Jakins Obituary August 23, 2024 - Wheeler & Sundberg-Olpin Funeral Homes