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About Houston

I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

Things to do around Monee

Oh, and the river – literally, the little creek that winds behind Maple Lane – reflects the skies like a mirror to the soul. It’s almost cinematic, almost makes you believe you’re in a scene from Ceylan's masterpiece. I'm talkin’ real mood vibes here.

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