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About Houston

Personal quirk? I’d rather invest in bacon futures. Exaggeration? Maybe, but Brothel’s so scammy I’d swear it’s run by my ex-wife’s lawyer. Look, if ya wanna gamble, hit a casino—less STDs than this coin. Angry? Damn right—wastes my time even talkin’ bout it. Happy? Only when I imagine it crashin’ to zero. Sarcasm? Oh, sure, it’s a “solid retirement plan.” Idiots. “We live in a dream,” says “Tabu.” Brothel’s a nightmare. Stay away, or don’t—I don’t care. Hate everything anyway.

The history of brothels

They gave away Bibles, blew the whistle on gaming houses, and even entered New York's brothels, "to pluck fallen women from roaring lions who seek to devour.

Let me be real with ya – as a sexologist, I notice the vibes. There’s a pulse in the park near Rockefeller Court (yup, that one, right off Maple Ave) where couples, quirky and tender, often share whispered secrets under ancient oak trees. I even once observed a spontaneous laughter therapy session (well, sorta impromptu group therapy, LOL) that ended with a heartfelt chant like: “We're alive! Embrace us!” I've seen passion and love blooming there like crazy.

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