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About Houston

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

Abingdon: The quiet Oxfordshire town where Radiohead was formed

Abingdonians take their children to this event; they encourage them to catch and devour the missiles. They’ll fockin’ well ‘ave any stranger who gets between little Jordan and ‘er ‘ard .

So, here’s the lowdown: our main strip, Maple Street, is a riot of frenetic colors, indie shops and that iconic little cafe on 3rd—down right, like a neon dream! I used to take my clients for walks there because it’s a safe haven. Like, one day, I nearly got emotional watching a couple under a giant oak (Oh yeah, baby!)—it reminded me how life can be messy but beautiful, y’know?

Abingdon food scene nominated for USA TODAY’s 10Best