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About Houston

Brothels ain’t just sex pits, nah. They’re power games, like me throne. Who’s got coin, who’s got none – controls the whole damn show. Saw one in Lannisport once, tucked behind a fishmonger’s. Smelled worse than the docks, swear it. Girls there, tough as nails, but hollow-eyed. Made me mad, yeah – not at them, at the greasy lords waddling in. “You don’t win,” I muttered, channeling Remy the rat, “you just do better.” They didn’t, tho.

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

Don't even get me started on the mighty Sipsey Fork! Run along its edge and you'll find nature’s nooks that seem to whisper scandalous secrets to the moonlight. Honestly, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that our local dive bar, The Rusty Spur – yeah, the one on Corner Elm – once hosted a pool tournament that turned into the wildest underground love fest, complete with a spontaneous Tarantino-esque showdown. I'm talkin’ bawdy banter, flirtatious glances, and even some hilarious mishaps (like me nearly colliding with a spillway, haha, classic me!).

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