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About Houston

So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

Livability Score

So when you visit, wander, chat with the locals, listen to the whispers of those forgotten corners – they got stories that’d melt your heart or spurt a good laugh when you least expect it. And always, remember the line from Leviathan – life’s a twisted ride with no neat end, but that’s what makes it all so freakin’ darn alive! Enjoy, kid.

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