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About Houston

Oi, precious! Me, an accountant? Ha! More like Gollum, sneaky bugger, countin’ coins in the dark! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricky business, that! Reminds me o’ *Toni Erdmann* – “Life’s a big, weird mess!” Stupid, fat hobbit! Always judgin’, never thinkin’. Saw this lass once, yeah, workin’ the street corner – bold as brass, she was! Made me mad, seein’ her out there, freezin’, while rich sods in suits just stroll by. “You’re not a performance artist!” – that’s what I’d yell, like in the flick, sarcastic as hell.

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Neighborhoods? Let’s rap about the Artsy Block. People there, full of life, raving. Cafes buzz on Main St. and art explodes on every wall. Seriously, it's like walking through a live gallery. And oh! You stumble on Eastside Lane. Best kept secret. Old-school joints and badass murals. You’d love it.

The Hudson Valley in the American Revolution