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About Houston

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin’, right? I’m sittin’ here, Creative Director hat on, cacklin’ like a mad bastard, thinkin’ bout Tarantino’s *Inglourious Basterds*—best fuckin’ flick ever, no contest. Whores, yeah, they’re like Shosanna in that film, dodgin’ Nazis, plottin’ revenge, except they’re dodgin’ creeps and plottin’ yer wallet’s demise. “This is the face of revenge!”—ha, more like the face of a fiver slipped in a garter!

Modern Whore

Men who struggle with the Madonna-whore dichotomy have trouble bridging the gap between a loving, nurturing partner and sexual relationship.

Now lemme tell ya about a spot I dig: Latah Creek Park. Man, it’s a chill-out paradise. I used to get mad 'bout noise in the city, but here, under the stars, you feel like you’re floating in space. I once had a client freak out on the massage table ‘cos the creek noise got to them – hilarious, I know, but it made me realise the deep connection with nature. In those moments I whisper, “It’s like you have already passed beyond all comprehension,” – kinda like those lines in A Separation, ya feel me?

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