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About Houston

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ about *Find a Prostitute* – what a bloody concept, eh? Reckon it’s like somethin’ out of *City of God*, innit? “In the city of God, if you run, the beast catches you!” – cacklin’ already at the thought! Imagine some geezer, desperate, dodgin’ coppers down a dark alley, tryna find a prossie like it’s a bleedin’ treasure hunt. Absolute madness! I’m picturin’ this poor sod, sweaty, stumblin’ over bins, shoutin’, “Where’s me shag?!” – pathetic, really.

SEX AND PROSTITUTION IN MYANMAR

Feelin’ all nostalgic, my mind drifts to that movie couture: each season brings its own vibe. Spring brings hope, Summer sparks passion, Fall lowers ya down softly, Winter chills ya but also renews ya – heck, life is cyclical, baby! Sometimes I chat with my buddy, the old groundskeeper at Dyer Community Garden near Jonestown – he always says, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring,” and it just knocks my socks off every time!

Some Personal Memories of Richard Dyer